Rude boy turning into a man
the cosmic heart
made me hard
i am only soft for
those who feel me
no ice on my neck,
but deep in my vains
not a boss, trainer-coach
got a official mad team
across the entire world
while you bitches only
got some burned up paper
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 juni 2016 | ||
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