Paroles de Glorious taste

Is a test and this taste becomes fever glory Come we have storm When we fall on the sky I'll give your cloud Is a thing of my heart I want say I love you Come we have storm When I fall on the sky I'll smoke your cloud Are strange looking around? The speak and whisper each other F*** them mind cos we don't care Are strange looking around? Is a test and this taste become a fever glorious Come we have storm