Theart of keeping up disappearances. This is theart, theart of keeping up disappearances Verse. Erase the conclusion. Erase the conclusion. But never meant to clear up. Any of the confusion
(A. E. on the tracks). Jammin' my music live. (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em). His own fault it's a gas DJ turn me up, do not turn me down. Just gon' turn me up. Roscoe, that's what's up And shawty we
Falling through at the seams. Living life in a dream. Even smiles make a lie. And I smile all the time I'm skilled at theart. Of falling apart. It's the holding together. Together forever I'm
