KTYB x NORDO - GHAZALI (Prod. John Six)

Ask me for

guidance, when will the

novel end? You told me, Weezy, enough. It’s

not clear.

The ending.

I asked for it to be okay. Wait, and my gazelle

came to me. He kissed me with my pain. He sent my greetings to Sami. I was selfish and forgot about

my scale. I saw that time lied to me in my words. I have a complaint,

Philip, who covered up my weakness with

gratuitous violence. As if I had no charge in mind. I withdraw. Who is the one who

speaks like butter? A star who attacks

your brother with the monkeys. How did you reach your forgetfulness about

our daughters? The water and salt are behind

our compassion. A day came to me and

the fine was paid. It brought shame on dignity, wounds

and the command. I do

n’t ask for a

gift. My mother drank a cup of freedom and you told me

enough. The ending isn’t clear.

I asked for

it, if it weren't for me, I would have waited. My gazelle came to me, kissed me with a kiss.

My greetings were sent

to its owner, Sami. Who am I, the one

among us who began with meanness?

I wished for him to be regretful, Nourin's eye

regretted

the bars. Our patience is not lost. I made the palm of destruction

upon you, and the fire in it will not die. It's normal, when you

left us, it was

expensive, you made the liver that you wanted, you

forgot that I removed what was

between us, and the wax that did not burn withered, and I left you

to remember and imagine from the present

and the past, when we were young, we were patient and returned to you, we

asked God for guidance when he chose

our life, it comes with him, we die, we do not live for

God, for the good is gone In conclusion, the ruling

is not from a source of pride. The man tested

his words. Bukhari is a fear of superstition. We put it in my head. It is necessary to

guard. It is necessary to be confused. So, Makfani is the one who

did not fulfill his promise. We divided the dam. He returned it with the slap.

In a sitting, the cup was deposited. His right was not apparent and it

is not a coincidence. In a few seconds, the intention changed. My

passions overwhelmed me. I fell on my head, he asked for protection, I

was charmed by beauty, and I accepted the adventure. The goal was to

taste the Bonani. I put on the protection. The war is in my soul,

which lives with me. And so you hear, I loved and we die,

and you choose the end, my head. Enough. Every day is

a story. And my life that I saw, you want the blink of an eye and I am

in

trouble, ask for

guidance, give me a free kiss, and what did you tell me?

Enough is enough, the end is not clear.

I asked for it

because I waited for it. My gazelle came to me, kissed me with my mother, sent

my greetings, accompanied by

names. We were young

and we asked God for guidance. The time He

chose for our life is not

spent living.