blood. The way it feels when it congeals, Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. Close your eyes. No traffic, in or out. Tired eyes No traffic
(Mason) Here's a little song you can all join in with It's very simple and I hope it's new Make your own words up if you want to Any old words that
All stand up, let me hear you say never say never All hands up, are you ready for the weekend? Are you ever All stand up, let me hear you say never say
Here's a little song you can all join in with It's very simple and I hope it's new yeah Make your own words up if you want to Any old words that you think
. Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. The way it feels when it congeals, No traffic, in or out. Close your eyes. Tired eyes No traffic
blows from side to side Makes me settle for less This is the sin that makes me spin Away from righteousness I won't get stuck in a traffic jam Oh man
Traduzione: Tutte le. Nessun traffico.
Traduzione: Traffico. You Can All Join In.
{Refrain :} Soleil dans les bouchons On a l?avantage du camion, On plane sur la melee Les yeux dans l?auto d?a cote. Dans ce petit monde arrete Quantite
Gully grimey and gritty Huh! Heavy drug activity [pull over please] Lower development housing Hustlers makin thousands [CHING! ] Yola supplier, uhh Pullin all
[Singing: E-40] I was out there on the yola track Try'na make my motherfuckin money back Po-po beat me up and took all of my feddy Uhh! All my feddy
the poison, My mind prescribes the dose, My personal lie wasn't even close My days turn into cars, In a psychic traffic jam, Situations and destinations are all
know my tears will burn the pillow Set this place on fire 'Cause I'm tired of your lie All I needed was a simple "Hello" But the traffic was so noisy
problemes j'ai le vertige j'ai la main mise les yeux rives vers le ciel universel j'attends que mon etoile brille les ch'tons et les soucis j'les empile j'suis un all
su tacchi a nasconder fianchi pacchi a chi come fausto fusto, con giochi sleali nosi macchi ingegni marchi ciocci e vuoi proporti. Parto per nuovi porti non traffico
Napule e comm'e comm' piace a me. Strofa 3 (Casti): Guard' ancora chella cartulina aro e tarantell' n'hann mai fine Matina: o traffic' a Via Marina
Can you see that kid stop at the traffic lights? he's waiting for a sign to go away to reach his destination wont be easy he's always ends up sitting
to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was
