Blue as the wings of a heron in the night. Like the rising of the tides on the shores of Isle Skye. They gleam evergreen, winds 'a whistling in the pines. Like a castle-crawling vine, like the grassy
my breast. Cover me often under stress. More for less. Face my safety next. Before i'm forced to bounce back. Skye. A roundhouse kick. Would leave you dead. And i'll take the biggest jug and. Smash it
I would like to climb high in a tree. I could be happy, i could be happy. Or go to Skye on my holiday. I could be happy, i could be happy. Maybe swim a mile down the Nile. I could be happy, i
i swear you are in danger. Its time to score i don't choke I'm no strangler. I ball. Im ballin my nigga. Ball on these bitches. Thats word to skye digga. Gimme my shot and I'm squeezing my