Vintage Eyes Testo

And triple trees
She's the heir to me...
I'm the king
I'm the one
S&S the way she speaks
Deathly loud and bleeding
Dirty black she owns the streets
A one percenter's dream
I'm the king
On a run
I'm the chosen one
I'm the lone rider's son
Get some
A highway bleak and empty
Cuts the desert's ride
And leaves the ghosts to ride
An iron horseback savvy
Breaks the plains abounding
And disappears in style
I'll carry on the myth
Of the unknown rider
When he's gone
I'm the king
On a run
I'm the chosen one
I'm the lone rider's son
Get some