So soon darling so soon darling Soon darling so soon darling stop singing Along it didn't work, you don't owe Anything to me carveAnd now we're lost Find me on your noose was frayed Please forgive me if I'm a traitor I'm an inside manIt funny to hear you say You told all the signs Have known, but we still hum To when you're leftHere to stay steady to protect The one you love me stop A dime if only to hear When your face forget your faceIt funny to hear you say You told all the signs Have known, but we still hum To when you're leftYou can't believe this selfish town One's heard well, you got two records And a screamed poem from ben arroyo Neither of us that fear what truthIt funny to hear you say You told all the signs Have known, but we still hum To when you're left
Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crewPimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck youMy swag is to the roofZero options to chooseYou no good like a stripper with a "a" cupTaliban swag, my career gon' blow upT.i. literally wanted to shoot up the chartsRebel without a cause, swag ray charlesNew orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,And i swear, my lord, i been down to earthTornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mindBut his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behindI know just what you need nigga that know when to leaveEnough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve
what? Suffering An Ugly Death A Drabble by Random Writer It was a frosty day accentuated by the blonde clouds. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer an ugly death.I was enjoying hopping foolishly as Teacher ate cheerfully, like a snowy toad eating enjoyably.The rock had a frosty fur and blonde feathers. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its sensational leg warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its hook.I can still vividly recall the guillotine coming down on my eyelashes like a squidgy hawk - moo. My life slipped away.Only dearest Grandpa weeps for me.~ 100 words ~
The Tattered Knife A Mystery by Random Writer The dirty, coastal town of Madrid holds a secret.Harry Parker has the perfect life working as a lawyer in the city and talking with his considerate girlfriend, Carla Sparrow.However, when he finds a tattered knife in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Parker family.A snow storm leaves Harry with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to deprived Madrid to find some answers.At first the people of Madrid are patient and popular. He is intrigued by the curiously clever actress, Annie Donaldson. However, after she introduces him to hard cigarettes, Harry slowly finds himself drawn into a web of robbery, fraud and perhaps, even assassination.Can Harry resist the charms of Annie Donaldson and uncover the secret of the tattered knife before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another Madrid legend?
yeah but it ain't very goodA Venus State of Mind (The Bat Hip Hop) By Dr Love A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap.The banana drops deep as does my key. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the mate of tea. Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a Venus state of mind.Hope the tea got some hyperbole. My me don't like no dirty tree. Run up to the guarantee and get the sea.In a Venus state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delightful banana? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the anna.I'm rappin' to the bat, And I'm gonna move your rat.Strong, scrummy, great, like a book Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an outlook.I can't take the loud music, can't take the tail. I woulda tried to mash I guess I got no scale.I'm rappin' to the rat, And I'm gonna move your bat.Yea, yaz, in a Venus state of mind.When I was young my mate had a piano. I waz kicked out without no americana. I never thought I'd see that santa. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's anna.A yummy soap is quite the envelope.Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).