Now here's a funky introduction to how nice i am...
...tell your friends tell, your mother, send a telegram.
Sweet lord, it's hot.
I'm not keen on sunny weather..not because im some sort of strange cave dwelling loner who only comes out when it's rainng like a slug, but because my nose eyes and throat go insane.
Hayfever. The bane of my summers.
Tribe Called Quest make good summer/hayfever music. True story.
Sweet lord, it's hot.
I'm not keen on sunny weather..not because im some sort of strange cave dwelling loner who only comes out when it's rainng like a slug, but because my nose eyes and throat go insane.
Hayfever. The bane of my summers.
Tribe Called Quest make good summer/hayfever music. True story.