our extinction The end of an era The end of a genre Do the joy, do, do, do Do the shouts, do, do, do Do the cries, do, do, do Do the smiles, do, do, do
Traduzione: Air. Do The Joy.
the can for me, Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their
Pauline Epistle thats divinely inspired Cause all men need Jesus just like air to your lung So in order to truly live dawg I dare you to come Stop trying to do
the chance I'd do it all again I would do it all again I remember windy shores on melancholy days Drifting along with the tide And the joy of simple
with me we can go to a paradise of love and joy a - destination unknown Na na na na na... We left the city the pollution the crowd, the air is clear
upon us all Do you give a damn? Dancing in the air Spinning leaves in circles giving pleasure to my eyes Sadden my delight When the joy is over laying
thangs (like it's the thang to do) Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube) We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do) Big thangs baby (you know
clear blue skies mountains high just livin life and I like my family being with me Laughing hysterically I like finding you in the everyday things I do
air Like the works on the 4th of July Or like the sun how it sits upon the earth Shine through clouds in the sky I might never get as much air time As
life had changed since you were found whenever i was down, you were always around all of my fears, you`re here to destroy and only allowed me to shed tears of joy
world so she stays at home, next there's a boy who seems so lost in his joy he's all alone, the camera's on them, they're in the land of competition, southern California air
and deliver zimm zimmer get up make you quiver cruising right behind you in my bim bimmer, joy riding police man under cover me and my crew we do it proper
Yeah. Lalalala lalala... lalalalla (Yeah just do it, do it, do it) lalalala lalala (High) lalala-lalala-lala (Now somebody, anybody, everybody Scream!) Lalalala lalala... (yeah this do it, do it, do
looking for reindeer in the air Chorus: She messed up again Why? My brother and my sister They ain't got no toys What am I supposed to do When growing
Why it seem you always have joy?" Well, I'd like to take time to set the record straight.. All the joy I've ever known Has disappeared - in the motherfuckin thin air
