You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky. As we walk in fields of gold. . So she took her love.
(featuring Masai Bey). . Since the beginnig, there has always been smut. God is smut, death is smut, your girl is probably smut, hip hop is smut. And now, for your pleasure, all you dirty fucks.