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X When Our Love Passed Out On The Couch

when our love passed out on the couch you're fateful i'm hateful and i ruin any kind of fun you have in mind like make out when you pass out on the sofa

when our love passed out on the couch you're fateful i'm hateful and i ruin any kind of fun you have in mind like make out when you pass out on the sofa

when our love passed out on the couch you're fateful i'm hateful and i ruin any kind of fun you have in mind like make out when you pass out on the sofa

bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bomb to gas your town Bizarre, your mom is passing out Get her ass on the couch before she passes out Fuck

t bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is passing out Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out [kon

ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin, eatin, the whole situation When we do our shit we do our

ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin, eatin, the whole situation When we do our shit we do our

't shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin, eatin, the whole situation When we do our shit we do our

mad thorough For years to come, our shit will bump through your borough And stay, while pay, the stack like couch If you don't know by now, you never figure it out