Not good again.
No good again.
No good again.
Round and no good again.
Anywhere we pass through, no good again.
And anywhere we riff through, no good again.
When we say this high name, no good again.
Round and no good again.
Good again.
Good again.
But now the bigger them.
Good again.
Good again.
So call some bull of them.
Bull of them.
Bull of them.
When we pass, yes sir, it's no good again.
Yeah.
We step off of the plane, get a call from Spain.
See a place to rip up, mash them up, last year.
Like, how we?
Pick up pop this year.
Some brand new style.
How we?
After, after the year.
Stupor and cancer will be here.
This is no scare.
This is no jeer.
Everything will be clarity,
how we style them clear.
Everything will say the God damn John here.
And everywhere we go the girls damn rip near.
Anything we say you hear me loud and clear.
No good again.
No good again.
No good again.
Round and no good again.
Anywhere we pass through, no good again.
And anywhere we floss through, no good again.
When we say this high name, no good again.
TLDR, TLDR.
we sell it by name.