Time works on all the wild young men The ones who went for soldiers The ones who reached for fame The ones who swore they'd die for love No matter what
(Carly Simon/Ben Taylor) Time works on all the wild young men The ones who went for soldiers The ones who reached for fame The ones who swore they'd
译文: 西蒙，卡莉. 时间可以在所有的野生青年会.
shit, fuck you hoes Fuck all y'all, man (You nasty) I used to get straight A's, read my books in Catholic school Now I find myself in the men's bathroom
live by keep some killaz on the payroll Nigga an get yo shit right I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga
' and Knockin' mothafuckaz out like Benalyn Reminiscin' on that adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wild y'all
nine Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime Everything looking fine in the Gump city Girls walk around short skirts on
'all) Check this shit, yo! I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So
money, to your house arrest anklet I take it all, if not, here's a thousand Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men I'm constant, on that paper
y'all, in effect y'all In effect y'all, yo, yo Yea, it's all about, it's all about It's all about how you live it It's all about how you live it How
One: Raekwon the Chef] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then
' and a toast to the dead Oh the song of the future has been sung All the battles have been won On the mountain tops we stand All the world at our command
Arlo Guthrie Come all you old time cowboys And listen to my song Please do not grow weary I'll not detain you long Concerning some wild cowboys Who
play no ? cause talkin back is foul play She had her own way of gettin across, which was a belt of steel She'd tell us from the work we could all but
some wild things floating about Everyone, we're changing everyone You name them all, we've had them here And the real stars are still to appear All
this Yeah, uhh, push it up, yeah, uhh, let em know I wanna big up my whole, hip-hop fraternity, yeah My reggae fraternity, yeah All men, all posse everybody
mines, the mills and the factories for the good of us all And when the young man's fancy are turnin' to the spring Then the railroad men grew restless
