of 32, All the dreams I had, all the visions that I had up until then, Turned into dust and the anonymity that comes with them Inside there is silver and gold, Marge Schott
I went around the world till I found the right spot It was ultra sweet and just a little bit hot Dippin' low in the lap of luxury Dippin' low in the lap
My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded So high, so high am I Reefer and blunts is all that's needed So high, so high am I My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded So high
Fantasmas y glorias, leyendas y glorias por tierras escocesas van. Fantasmas y glorias, leyendas y glorias por tierras escocesas van. Fantasmas y
Wanna tell you a story About the house-man blues I come home one Friday Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job She said, "That don't confront me
I wanna tell you a story About the house rent blues I come home on a Friday Had to tell the landlady, I done lost my job She said that don't comfort
What's wrong? What are you afraid of? The love below She stays alone, never sheds a single tear She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the
Jag har legat hela natten Jag har vantat pa ett svar Jag kanner tiden ga Du maste komma till mig Myror i min kropp Fjarilar i min mag Ring mig jag
Us girls, be needing dances too Us girls, sexy dances from my boo Us girls, we like dances too Us girls, boy I thought you knew What the deal son, how
I see the people working And see it working for them And so I want to join in But then I find it hurts me Some say that knowledge is Something sat in
intro) bang bang im back shady n konvict (verse 1) with ma crew d12 i shot n kill kim but before i tell you despoles her body in the bin
It was a long night and a tall story I nearly died of fright Who shot the go go dancer? Will we ever know? I don't know
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad You think, I'm no good, I know I've been bad And took you to a place, now you can't get back Two shots of happy, one
Well you rock my soul Down in the bosom of Abraham Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham Well a
He's got her number written on the palm of his hand His best friend got the number from her best friend His heart starts racin' when he hears the dial
See those people there? They look after me This is a photograph of who I might be Man in a uniform, bride on his arm Mum always was a fool for money and
Through oblivion I have been travelling for hundreds of years Hidden from your sight Passing your fates. Born by the night dark Into the deeps of
I shot my heart to let you go I shot it down for you but you don't know I let my soul grow cold And it's all, it's all I could Since then I've been reckoning
