I walk wherever the weather provides. cause everybody needs some time outside. gimme no lip and I'll tell you no lie. . hands down the illest ventriloquist this side of the mississippi river high.
You put me in the clutches of sin. Making me a burning specimen. Of worn animosity, just to aspire. Leaving absolutely nothing behind. . But now it seems that the tables have turned.
My father was Black, my mother was Decker. Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better. Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning. Cook at ninety eight point six degrees.