Testo Early Morning

Pale face get up. Hollow eyes get up. You´ve got a secret for me, you´re out running your age. It´s in your hand: neat pack ofe uphoria. It´s devastating and you´re pleased. Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence. How do you stumble like you do? I wish I understood myself, as well as you do. Got to get up. All day you´ve got to stay up, when will you get off?