Gray Saturday Lyrics & Chords By Otem Rellik

I always wanted to be the voice of the screets But my father was a rabbi and my mother made beets I mean books And the kids from the strees always gave me dirty looks. It's...read more

"Слимы меньше места занимают, но на их ребро трудно клеить наклейки, Поэтому я покупаю в толстых...read more

На гос. канале рядовой отчет о движухах патриарха, отслужив он дошел до черного майбаха, а чтобы...read more

They say the state of your environment Coupled with defiance of societal requirements Is what creates violence That and repetition of pimpin’, shootin’, and lootin’ in...read more

I wandered the fields and listen for the sound of drums The colder the ground becomes the closer I get to home The planets not fit to roam but with all the chaos But, when I saw the...read more