Okay, that became a reality.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
Now he never thought that all of his rhymes would ever end, he didn't play it too much, he's so scared he's dead.
He didn't play it too much, he's so scared he's dead.
There's a boy in a cage at the river, he's mad at me, stretching his hand to open the block.
Thank you.
