ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Don’t play with me cos you won’t gonna like the way I play back.
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Santa’s favourite Ho
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
If my mouth doesn’t say it, my face definitely will.
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
↓
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
//Blog Post// - Kanceled
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
↓
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
The devil and I get along just fine
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Darling, you’re already in my veins
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
It has to end to begin
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
WTF?
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Isn’t it lovely? All alone. Heart made of glass my mind of stone. Tear me to pieces, skin to bone. Hello, welcome home.
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
↓
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
✞
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
What you waiting for?
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
A tear in the membrane allows the voices in. They wanna push you off the path with their low-frequency wiring
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Ride hard or stay home
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
2 lunatics, a side boob & a partridge in a pear tree
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
//Blog Post// - [XERO]
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
We all go a little mad sometimes
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Born to Die
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Yeah, little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster. Run little girl, run little girl, bang, ha
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes, and imagine your tongue inbetween my thighs
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
†
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
//Blog Post// - RBento
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
☆Birthday Bitch☆
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
Batter upppp
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
//Blog Post// - Kanceled
ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴘʜᴜʀʏ:
//Blog Post// - Kanceled
