"Hot Roy" lyrics
"Hot Roy"
On top of the game
In a rain playground
Our boys game worth on
Soon it'd be killers' hours
Hot roy in the middle
Could not hear me humming
That something was there
Our future was coming
And then him, he's white
He's rot or he's tight
We're must from the hollow
We're must from the hollow
And better to go
There will be assault
We catch silver bullets
We're saving our heroes
In the blind of wheel snap
It was all we ever wanted
From Harry to alcove
From screen-kiss to tag
No longer a middle
Inimitable icons
A kiss blow to cigar
Our future was coming
And then him, he's white
He's rot or he's tight
We're must from the hollow
We're must from the hollow
And better to go
There will be assault
We catch silver bullets
We're saving our heroes
We're must from the hollow
And better to go
We're must from the hollow
And better to go
Our future was coming
And then him, he's white
He's rot or he's tight
We're must from the hollow
We're must from the hollow
And better to go
There will be assault
We catch silver bullets
We're saving our heroes
Thanks to Edgares for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to neil for correcting these lyrics.
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album:
"Silver Shade" (2025)
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