Believer We always seem to shine Believer You're always reaching high And if you're just drifting You understand the problems passing through I'm still with you Believer Believer
Traduzione: Air Supply. Credente.
Russell) Believe in the supernatural Believe in the supernatural Believe in the supernatural Believe in the supernatural Believe in the supernatural Believe
irrespective of how long you tell me You can make me give in but that's because I'm stronger than I should be. [Chorus:] I don't believe you, I don't believe
shit Wreckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn
get used to me (Verse 2) We're children of the most-high God Understand and believe His word We never have to beg or plead For our Father will supply
you as much as I really need you So you don't use it to your advantage. But you're essential to me You're the air I breathe I believe if you ever leave
your house thugs Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs 36 South stuck, stay on route thugs You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down I supply
won't die tryin to box Dont want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw You don't move
I gave language to man before the first letter began Your skill can fit comfortably on the head of a pin The imminent apotheosis of devious guys Cut off my air supply
Is like an exotic sunrise or a whole damn album if Pac and Big ware alive Your Love Is Like gettin 5 Mics Or a lifetime supply of Air Force One Nikes.
true, then why man can't cry Swallow his pride if he needs his life Baby, though I was your air supply Air supply [x6] Baby, though I was your air supply
ve still got a chance to make amends given room while this generation's doomed, we need to save the kids of the apocalyptic state of today, too many drugs are consumed and the air
all thorough, one city, five boroughs Associated with interlockin sub tunnels New York's undercover, haa You niggas wanna know why the skies are grey like cold steel Air
and dice 'em and let 'em know about Reel Life. Rockin' it deadly with the melody of tricks, The hard rock fiends so I gotta supply 'em a fix. Now, is
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time, to find design Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia, we shinin Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air
the hill like I was E-Z gettin' chased by the hounds Better known as the P.D's leavin' niggas face down Fuck a shake down, believe I'll leave you hurt
