[Tila]: B-Dozeir, Hot Rod; Tila. Oh, my god! Verse 1: [[Hot Rod]] I like to fuck everyday, every night. I like to fuck when it's wrong, when it's right
I need them for my headaches, I need them for skin We need it for a night out and sometimes for a night in The room stinks of poppers, the bog's full
Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool In my position? Once I had dreams Now they're obsessions Hopes became needs Lovers possessions
Sometimes I hear your whistle as I walk the dogs across the skateboard park, And though I know you've gone uptown I look for you in every doorway on St
I'm always loving someone more than they love me Lord, I wish that just this once that's not how it would be I always try too hard when I find someone
I bruise you, you bruise me We both bruise too easily Too easily to let it show I love you and that's all I know All my plans have fallen through All
Keep me down I?ll do whatever you say I?ll just remember that old cliche ?That?s life,? you better believe it That's what the people say You're riding
Shine, I'll stand by you Don't try and push me away 'cause I'm just gonna stay Do you know my name well, I ain't gonna take That big time line, won't
With the concrete to my back, i finally feel free. I have only one problem, You're in the passenger seat. I'm never looking back again, i've failed enough
Sehr ka waqt tha, sehar ka waqt hai, Masoom kaliyaan muskurati hain, Hawwaein khair e maqtam kay taranay gungunati hain, Farishtoon ki salami denay wali
Sit back and let me tell you about the sadness, About the beast that's been gnashing its teeth Trying to destroy, trying to destroy me. It rears its
With the concrete to my back, i finally feel free. I have only one problem, You're in the passenger seat. I'm never looking back again, i've failed
The bean-powered car comes with nose plugs When it starts up, you'll see what for If you're standing down wind while it's running The aroma is hard to
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