segunda-feira, 24 de setembro de 2012


No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flow'rs, no leaves, no birds









No comfortable feel in any member




No company - no nobility









No travelling at all - no locomotion
No courtesies for showing 'em

No road - no street - no "t'other side the way"








No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day
No sun - no moon!

I don't know what's wrong with these cats
The more I make, the more they hate
Anything you gotta say to me
You can say to me


Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me
All Out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop
My love will be your food