Bài hát Nexus - Niykee Heaton. Au-automatic weapon. A criminal appetite for affection. I romanticize murder, know you sweating. And I think I got a thing for a felon. Sounds like heaven, what's the
of the light In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source. Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force. So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight. Circling the Nexus
There's a house down Willow Lane. Just a simple sea-side shack. Through the wind and pourin' rain. She wants you black There's a portal on the door. In the evening, comes a draft. From the life
There's a house down Willow Lane. Just a simple sea-side shack. Through the wind and pourin' rain. She wants you black There's a portal on the door. In the evening, comes a draft. From the life
