Issue No 144 Crouching Bees Lyrics

Just with my confesion buzzing what I am
Coming up and stick drugs yeah, aayye, aayee
Way don't you let me scored, you hate, hate, hate
Way don't you let me help myself
And what can I do now for you
Way can a bust here for you
Way don't you look at me that way, way, way
And we living in a block with a little spark light
Truck on churls
And tined so toul
She's a awaste of time and out of balls
Well I play 'till eighty for today
I can't believe it's for your hate
I like you to step at every corner after my face
And we living in a block with a little spark light
Heey, yeeh ooyeey
Well I play 'till eighty for today
I can't believe it's for your hate
Way don't you look at me that way,
And we living in a block with a little spark light
Way can I do it for you
Broking my ball to fallow you
Way don't you look at me that way, way, way