Macchine De Guerra in B Major

Writing this enlightens my sky vent. Lighting to the sky when I get provided the sun roof after the orange jump suit. One or two wonderful views and my snooze got bruised. I spent a month jumping into munchable grooves then punctured the pen into loose leave paper and boosted. Neighbors of music praising my music but hating. Making my move to relate the dudes who be hating. Why does hate exist? Why must I make a fist? Homicide paying a visit to amen. Playing the fifth because ain't no sense in my playing. Major assist when Wade gets hit in the face. Paying the bench to play for me, give it away. Listeners pay attention, we sick and amazing. Lip is for gay, clit is for face. Kiss of the face. Kiss of the case. Which of the places kitten I face? My main chick says she thinks I'm drifting away. I give her a ring, we live for a day