Seasoned Lyrics & Chords By Felix

hope is something halfway between a feather and a jaw when he slept around me as easy as a fall I held my head just so that hope might slip in oddly my hope is hidden in...read more

[E-40] Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster Wit scrapes and scratches,...read more