I rock the cow girl blues I rock too fast for love I?m footloose in my Velcro shoes What?s up with Will and Grace? I don?t get drum and bass The future freaks
, I rock the cowgirl blues I rock too fast for love I'm footloose in my Velcro shoes What's up with Will and Grace? I don't get drum and bass The future freaks
Traduzione: Ataris. Il Future Freaks Me Out By Motion City Soun.
Traduzione: Ataris. Il Future Freaks Me Out.
Traduzione: Motion City Soundtrack. Il Future Freaks Me Out.
Oggi e' un giorno balordo la mattina e' una spina nel fianco e mi dice: bye,bye. Oggi e' un giorno balordo la bottiglia mi scoppia in testa e non sono
follow those ways Cause the only place you headin' is to jail or the grave But on the other hand I know a man named Stan Who in the future had plans To
only smoke a Philly wit' famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type get head then lay meat right
Fatal dog against everybody [Chorus] [Mopreme] My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo This is not for all the freaks
s attached to a criple It's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti With the body of a freak on my side
beater, microphone eater Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets Behind tint blowin' cheap Fuckin' with freaks
here. We're the drowning men. We're the drowned men. The mutant freaks fantastical. Knife's edge, unreal or actual. Ambition stunted, the future fated
wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster crucify my little future
ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my glock hot Thoughts react to the impossible, kill the probable Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in
(feat. Eightball & MJG) [Eightball] Eightball the Fat Mack came to freak a track with RSO It's the illest realest nigga here to freak a funky flow (
obsolete I am beyond god I am human I am the razor blade on the communion tray I am a freak in control not a control freak, I am the sheep that got away
Late hours, in the bleak flourocent light, a glimpse of the future. Icarus succeds, the laboratory's cleansing, quiet calm. Reality seems far away and
like chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got... Lip service and the breath control Artifacts in effect with the Dynamite Soul [x2] [Mad Skillz] Yo, I freak