A life in the day
Don’t alright cause every little worry gonna be thing’s
I see a black paint and I want to door it red
Don’t need the wind to see which way a weatherman blows
Days of these one I’m gonna cut little pieces into you
So don’t you blue suede on my step shoes
Don’t alright cause every little worry gonna be thing’s
I see a black paint and I want to door it red
Don’t need the wind to see which way a weatherman blows
Days of these one I’m gonna cut little pieces into you
So don’t you blue suede on my step shoes
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