sohrab mj - nardeoon lyrics
when the
city of parehlat al+shikiyah
is filled with noches and
fat, i come to uncle
sohrab chic and dumb,
more stinky than
dolce &
gabbana, the shadow
of the bon zakhars and the malevolent ladder complains to the uncle + the sleeping floors are crushed all sorts of nerves, trying to get at the furniture house, and don’t get bad with me,
or don’t cross my way
or cross my leg
if you screw you up, and you don’t get a bad palate,
i don’t put zakhar
on my skin myself. i
don’t sit under the shadows, they
keep telling me, “mine, but
whatever i look around, i don’t see it, i can’t see, frankly,
i get my thick skin bass
whеn i want to hit the ground, the friend and thе enemy
end up, the story is open to
anything you do.” i have a paid
coin here, the
heroes of our city, haas, the bitterer the venom of the
snakes, they say blacker, the bottom of the
wells, it’s a lot different, god bless him
( sublime )
so don’t stop, roar his brother
will go down here. the valley didn’t
even go its way, no straw news, a little
reward, because he was
hot, now his
feet are filled with zombies in our city, so
leave the peace, stay evil or
shut up, let us go too.
haji gregg is not good
for the herd, but you keep the wolf with
him, i haven’t slept the night properly,
the puffy taste of blood
is the same as tahron,
i’m
heartbroken with people + full of their behavior all + hey,
one wants one. i’d cut my nerves
( haji four + you and two other bits
of his god is too short)
(o uncle sohrab,
they hit
us more than that, four, which is nothing)
i’d tell you to go back to the
point here. all the brains and tongues,
it’s like the daredevil
pack of flowers is more valuable than that,
yet their sponsor, auntie kathy,
is
a very bad situation, but i still don’t have the th+rns +
i don’t have anything to do with the rest of the
shade of bon zakhars and ladders. the
malevolent plaintiffs have
made uncles #
the floors are crushed, all sorts of nerves, trying to get the tail of the house,
and
don’t mess with me, stop
me, or get in front of
my feet if you screw you up # suddenly, don’t make a
bad palate, you and i are
like lions and cats, or like kids and
dads, you were our jimmy until yesterday, but you forgot to take your part now,
like, “jack, you’re going to take up the magic beans, you’re going
to get me to gold.”
for example, we even make fimes and stinks
of donkeys,
for example, learning from us, gad fadri
bad, but the h+rns of fatherless people, for example+ don’t hear + well, you can’t get the pockets of choruses under our feet, but well you’re going to be okay + you’re going to be old, whoever has four falvers + but don’t mess with us thierry pay dadashi,
for example, you don’t understand my wild hajji
and tum, for example.
you don’t even realize
that the smoke
goes up to the big guy, pick up the ladder,
i’ll lift myself, i’ve learned from someone upstairs,
yes, i’ll give you + finally, if i don’t know what you’re doing
now, see i’m
fat. i swear
the shadow of the bon zakhars and the malevolent ladder
has made the plaintiffs my uncle + the floors are
crushed, all sorts of nerves
are tried to gather at the tail of the house, oh, don’t mess with me at some time, or don’t get in front of me or stop me. don’t get in front of me if you screw you up + all of a sudden, you bad palate, my zakhars will be at the bottom of the lieutenant during the time of seeing your friends, i’ll see yes, sir, they’ll say, “i mean, suri ann, they’re going to go through the golan.” zakhar, i don’t have to say that when two giants come in, he has to hide, he doesn’t have anything, i need my team when amir’s dash comes with an rb,
now the rookies are
gascious, they’re just getting phased,
brother. around
me, there’s a bad team that if
you eat the bass, the
body insurance is not an
opponent,
a punch in the
pit and idle all
the bits and cucumbers go get the
magnifying glass (run)
in front of
us, you’re
all shut down,
what are you, brother, we’re cranes with me that you’re going to not forget jojo, posse the bracelet or to take your words with you first, i think 15 rounds before
it gets to me.
yes, he thinks
he’s going to win, but
he’s going
to take the sheep’s way, he’s an employee of the sheep, gozo,
you’ll get to us, and if it’s lobbied, go to europe from this blue eye, don’t forget to go to the posse, dad, i think 15 rounds
ago, when it gets to me, he’ll take a few backs from my friend
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