Aasha Marie все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Money don't grow on trees they bear fruit
So I work for it grind for the green my eye lids heavy
I don't know dawn's need pray there's roots
In God's very drinkable Words cause my job's ready
To make me pawn though my chest played
Music I wrote last night til I yawned and my desk caved
Covered with literature though my talent is miniature
I finished a giant book of lyrics with no limits cha cha