Doscientos buitres volando a tu alrededor. No te despistes no perderan la ocasion. Me sorprendiste rondando tu habitacion. Se que me viste aunque ahora
Ya no queda nada no hay comida en la despensa Solo hay luz en la nevera. Ya no aguantas nada si tu intuyes mis jugadas cuando hay ganas de revancha.
Las bailarinas de cristal han vuelto me han sacado a pasear por el puerto no se olviden de sellar todos sus boletos dos cafes para llevar y un par de
Me cubri de gloria y salte justo cuando se paro la noria. Nadie me escuho gritar. Me crei tu historia y conte las veces que tropece con todas tus cosas
2009! Geez Yeah, this be that old school type shit Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit Afro picks, Cadillac whips We gon' hit you like Truck Turner with the
The suburbs they are dreaming They're a twinkle in her eye She's been feeling frisky Since her husband said goodbye She wears a low cut t-shirt Runs
(Music: T. Mewes; Lyrics: Marta Jandová) Look out In the morning And you never see the sky You know it Already It is boring you to fly I want
said i know were in one of those stereotypical typa' relationships the kind where your comfortable do whatcha wanna do go where you wanna go cheat if
Am I a freak in the darkness Or am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an illusion Confused by your
Am I a freak in the darkness Who am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an allusion Confused by your
You were a scar the day you made out and proclaimed your point of view Youc??e not a fool, just did it your way and didnc?? give a damn what others might
Trap door in every step Truth is I can't connect Move along I work in stages Where you at It looks like cages See a little, see a lot Come around see
He's just a stereotype He drinks his age in pints He has girls every night But he doesn't really exist He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
The suburbs they are dreaming They're a twinkle in her eye She's been feeling frisky since her husband said goodbye She wears a low cut T-shirt Runs a
[Intro: Inspectah Deck] 2009!! Geez Yeah, this be that old school type shit Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac whips) We gon' hit you
Trap door on every step Truth is I can't connect Move along I work in stages Where you're at It looks like cages See a little, see a lot Come around see
译文: 模糊. 刻板印象.
