Texty:
Valley S Eve In Your Head

your head Your mind is twisted with pain I'm crucified In your head Frustration building up inside Dark faces in your mind You cut deep wounds into my soul He's

in rhyme I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet 'Cause everyday it's niggas lyin' dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different

Belly and beard and red and white Doing his thing in boots and tights Yo I saw Santa in the club last night [Verse 1:] Out to the club on Christmas eve

m] that's right [t] you livin from your first day to your last night [t] sometimes you show your ass like [m] lint on your clothes [t] when you froze

deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his head with another

rhyme I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet Cause everyday it's niggas lyin dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different

Belly and beard and red and white Doing his thing in boots and tights Yo I saw Santa in the club last night [Verse 1:] Out to the club on Christmas eve

M] That's right [T] You livin from your first day to your last night [T] Sometimes you show your ass like [M] Lint on your clothes [T] When you froze

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