song after song after song after song amounting into mountains
Eu tenho certeza que quando a Nosfe me apresentou pra Jaymay ela tava mal intencionada.
You tossed your phone fifty feet in the air, I can’t believe you caught it
You said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true
And you dream, you make movies, you dance
You moved to montreal, to be closer to france
No Myspace tem uma provinha.