Your heart is a refrigerator car. It's cold and it never waits. Frozen breath and frostbite. Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight. Perishables and bloodless meat. You
Your heart is a refrigerator car. It's cold and it never waits. Frozen breath and frostbite. Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight. Perishables and bloodless meat. You
Bài hát Golden Days - Panic! at the Disco. I found a pile of Polaroids. In the crates of a record shop. They were sexy, sexy looking back. From a night that time forgot. Boy he was something debonair
the fillin' of the crates. When you, do come out. (You). (Out). And you slither up to me. In your pimpin' majesty. But I cannot grow. Till you eat the last of me. Oh when will I be free. And
,. non-filtered Camels,. crates full of samples,. dutches and examples,. one Nike in the grave,. one Nike in the rave,. It all makes sense after the 'shrooms and the purple haze. It all makes sense
Jack in, let's spread some hate. Handout of pain awaits. Oh my, the fire rate. We'll need those supply crates. Stock up on weapons and ammo before you go. . Do we make our own fate?. Do we
Back against the wall. There goes the floor beneath my feet. A stack of empty crates. Giving out under me. I'll take one more sleepless night. Then book the cheapest flight. Buy my head some space to
cricket. I can't name names that would put me in it. But that's another story in the finish The Deptford had a beano to Southend for the night. With 40 crates of lager, to see the Southend lights. The
box of shell case. No Bill Gates, no PC's. Why you cats are debatin', actin' and fakin' these days? I deliver what they need like milk crates. I learned from the deadly streets, no regrets. And I
from me. Then he gon get it somewhere else. Sometimes I would if I was somewhere else. Me and my man on the corner with two crates. Picture us rollin, somewhere else. Pretendin to be pushin the V's
