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Traduzione: Air. Fino nuvole.
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pulverized bones, Yet the spiritual flame burns deeper, Devoured by them, Gasps in the nightly air seems weaker, As the darkness fall. Time's up... The
Roller coaster so I hold her tight She says, "Take a ride" So I Hop inside [Bridge:] She puts her hands in the air Like she's reachin' for clouds But
bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the
Ceas' I'll bring my enemies to they knees Coppin' pleas a Degenario Big Mama is ya coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
touch and I'm dancing in mid-air [Chorus] That's the way you love me baby Baby that's the way You lift me up You chase the clouds away And like the sun
you do your job I wanna find the empty pieces of your heart And fill them up with life But it's so hard to hold to bigger dreams Nightmares cloud my
, kid: eeease up! [3rd Eye] Next up, time for me to fly, come on Back up, back up, turn the track up Black, I'm 'bout to blow up - boom Best to give
religions saggin' Drunk then a muthafucka Stuntin' like my pappy A couple thousand ones up in tha air Yea we got cabbage 4Thirty hood Prolyfic I'm a savage Niggas get ya money up
em we gonna fuck you up with 'em you can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossberg to pump up your chest have you gasping for air
fury! You get thrown in the maze Of court and jury, the psycopath, chief of the war cloud Warpath, whoopin' up his ass Hold up his world like Atlas In
[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost In a crazy cloud of madness
t thank you - you then just let me do it now <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> (Jump back in) I bet you light up when
[Chorus: Aceyalone] Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the grave I live by
station, or escaped by atomic waste transportation, the cloud of torment covers the wholy nation. all percautions useless, every warning too late; attempts of cover up
