Текст песни Relative Ash - Flavor
Relative Ash - Flavor слова песни
floored, I don`t feel right so much flavor heжЉЇ sick you know give up love your arm suffers so I can invite her spit I don`t feel right so much flavor IжЉ¦ sick but don`t trip. love, I don`t feel right so much flavor heжЉЇ very, very sick give up love your arm suffers so she can invite all of our spit I don`t feel right so much flavor I`m sick but don`t trip eyes are shut crib cries flush loose teeth pistol whipped she faints youжЉ®e gone bye, bye God she`s so sick of being second taste dies sex when high heart goes limp she cares youжЉ®e gone bye, bye God she`s so sick of being second God she`s so sick of being second God itжЉЇ such a sin to be second have you ever witnessed full blown romance and there ainжЉ° no question they held hands like we did and your love thank you for having me IжЉіe witnessed timeless love YouжЉ®e gone bye, bye I don`t feel right, I don`t feel right I don`t feel right God sheжЉЇ so sick of being second never again God itжЉЇ such a sin to be second