TYLER, THE CREATOR – BASTARD (Explicit Version) ↑ This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought, this food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father’s dead, well I don’t know, we’ll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I’m so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed This meeting just begun...
17 février 2013
hum, it seems you had a lot to say — (J.B. Pontalis)
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