our knees. At the altar of my ego. . You drained my heart. And made a spade. But there's still traces of me. In your veins. You drained my heart. And made a spade. But there's still traces of
Mc Serch. Here it comes! Yo here it is or there it was. But where was it when you need it? Because. You fall to the waistline when you waste rhymes. Serch got a flow when it comes to fat beats
