the next sold don't try to fake it i see you shaking it doesn't mean anything now love, don't make a sound reach down and touch the ground emptiness
the next sold Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean anything Now love, don't make a sound Reach down and touch the ground Emptiness
Traduzione: Tea Party. Touch.
Smackin' his fist-a Say keep punchin' In spite the legal come Cause we're on the one Gotta get the job done Now come on cousin let's go have some fun This party
[Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean versions No profanit goddamnit hard like granite
(feat. Mad Child, Everlast, Divine Styler) [Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean
[T-Mo] Why is it you fail, to see a man in the same hour, that his kin come grinnin? In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up from
room He said yo I know you, I got a girl for ye dude Am I high, am I dead, am I alive, is this real Can I touch can I feel, pinch me, oww yeah, Sat
t know who's working there tonight Pave the way for the Manta-Ray Pave the way for the Manta-Ray I wish that you were here We'd have a tea party to
from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea ceremony. i watched him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch
Bridge 2: Tech N9ne & Cop] Is there a problem officer? (Yeah we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors, uh you havin' a party?) Uh-no it's just
my fault your ass is on the asphalt Got your chin touched by my fam Who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet
can relearn love The comfort of your arms around me Your tender hands caress my head I lay beside you I'm not worthy This jaded man's not who I am I touched
Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying
gets a girl okay?} {Make sure he gets a girl okay?} Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch
t know who's working there tonight. Pave the way for the Manta-Ray Pave the way for the Manta-Ray I wish that you were here We'd have a tea party to
gun charge Shit Dont leave me unguarded And ima cheese head, where the vince lambardi Word to Mark Martin leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red tea party
Why is it you fail, to see a man In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'? In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up From the ashes