the nights got colder. I'm slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka. * it I'm the osta. I'm down for mounds ride by my corner. Like I'm not gone cry (no). Not reek the pain of watchin my
the nights got colder. I'm slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka. * it I'm the osta. I'm down for mounds ride by my corner. Like I'm not gone cry (no). Not reek the pain of watchin my