you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in ya plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot But I know that God put
Käännös: Trax. Trak Attack.
keep a secret like Egypt [D-Shade] I let it shoot from the start That I'm well skilled in this art I be moving like a Ferrari compared to a go-cart
Four years, three albums and a hell of a show Got a, hell of a flow, you ain't smellin me though 'Fore it's all said and done, I'm a settle the sco' Settle
drink I pulled a Hank last night I really did it up right I went a little to far With the steal guitar Under the neon lights I got a little too loud
La montagne les vallées Les grands cols les défilés La flamme rouge dépassée Maillot Jaune A l'arrivée Radio
I was in the darkness, I was out in the cold Seemed nothing could heal this, this hole in my soul You reached out your arms to me, held out your heart
One, two, three, four I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to I'd like to sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
need riches to make me care Just a ribbon for my hair He thought I was unhappy But he could've fought no more So he bought me just a ribbon For a penny
my hand To take me back in time To the picture in my mind The way the twilight shined Upon the ribbon in your hair Now our home's a holy place
Woke up this mornin' and I had those walkin' blues now Woke up this mornin' and I had those walkin' blues now Woke up this mornin' and I had those walkin
where your mouth is Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground I'm a stranger here, I'm going down
Slave to the traffic light, slave Slave to the traffic light, slave See the city, see the zoo Traffic light won't let me through
[Part 1 - Fluff's Travels] [Part 2 - The Chase] [Part 3 - Who do? We do!] [Part 4 - Clod] Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her
When I got done I plugged it in But it made no sound at all So I was gettin' pretty pissed And I plugged it into the wall Guess it's not a singing type
in a zone, I wanna get in a zone If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm Tryin' to hit it, chick-ih-taa! In a minute I'ma take a you
m jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie I ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "Where is he?" I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin
. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you. So bad for you. The naughty what nots for you. A deep
