Verse 1 (Masta Trippy). Thức giấc chờ nắng lên. Có em làm anh nhớ đến. Thói quen của anh là đi tìm em ở trên story và nghĩ. Sao không thử nhắn tin. Biết đâu giờ em cũng thế. Cũng mong chờ ai
Verse 1. Forgive me, Peter. My lost fearless leader. In closets like cedar. Preserved from when we were just kids. Is it something I did?. The goddess of timing. Once found us beguiling. She said she
scoreboard, bitch look up at my points. I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded. I woke up and got high again, O. K, I'm reloaded Weed, pills and that drank. That's my trippy kit
Hey, Frau Petermann,. was treibt denn nur dein Peter?. Jeden Abend, wenn es dunkel wird,. dann geht er. frisch rasiert und gut gekmmt,. schicker Anzug, weies Hemd,. rote Nelke am Jackett
Bài hát St. Peter - Lost Frequencies. Verse 1. I'm riding far away. For nights and days. Going silent they say. I'm running. It's like your voice I hear. Wind in my face. Keeps drying my tears. I am
