Текст песни Mario's Kid - Paulo Leon
You
are
now
listening
to
BALMORAL,
an
album
by
Paulo
Leon
Red
brick
on
the
house
I
know
Fresh
grasses
mowed
Molasses
mode,
high
note,
that's
a
side
note
I
got
too
much
time
I
call
Dylan,
why
not
no
new
friends?
Now
that's
my
kin,
I
was
my
sins
Goodbye
to
the
eyes
I
write
a
lie
to
satisfy
The
moles,
crashing
high
up
off
my
soul
to
magnify
my
locally
Wanting
to
be
over
seas,
I'm
looking
like
an
ornament
What
was
he
supposed
to
be
his
soul
is
sick
Uh
Red
brick
on
the
house
I
know
Fresh
grasses
mowed
Molasses
mode,
high
note,
that's
a
side
note
I
got
too
much
time
I
call
Dylan,
why
not
no
new
friends?
Now
that's
my
kin,
I
was
my
sins
You're
right,
usually
I'm
the
first
one
out
But
tonight,
combos
will
be
on
our
mouths
Plot
holes
stuck
up
in
our
trousers,
I
cut
for
the
couch
AKA
my
Counsellour,
she
pregnant
as
fuck
Playing
manhunt,
used
to
hide
behind
cars
Now
its
manhood,
and
some
of
us
just
hide
behind
bars
I
understand
ya,
don't
flash
it,
cat's
was
moving
them
bars
Juicy
the
profit
How
could
I
cop
it
I
pondered
it
hard
Red
brick
on
the
house
I
know
Fresh
grasses
mowed
Molasses
mode,
high
note,
that's
a
side
note
I
got
too
much
time
I
call
Dylan,
why
not
no
new
friends?
Now
that's
my
kin,
I
wash
my
sins

1 Balmoral, Pt. 1
2 Mario's Kid
3 The Neighbours
4 Degenerate
5 Leon
6 Monopoly
7 Found It
8 Anonymous
9 Balmoral, Pt. 2
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