(feat. Blaxuede, Fiend) [Fiend talking] So what cha' back here for Yeah, ya doin' time Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me Over here
(feat. 8 Ball, David Banner) [Magic] Yeah Didn't think I was coming back this hard, right? Body Head, Bad Boy Fore I leave [Chorus: Magic] I'ma take
[Magic & Master P] I'm just saying brah Can you palm the ball (Like this) But can you shoot the ball (All day) But can you dunk the ball (Like this)
Como una flor, que necesita tan sola en medio de la oscuridad en tu interior tienes la chispa buscando alguna forma de estallar El amor, es algo magico
We were wearing monkey masks Like all the kids in Bushwick Watchin' the camera zoomin' in and out Like I remember How the orange juice sun would pour
You can do magic you took the raindrops that filled my eyes and put them back up in the skies and then made the gray skies turn blue you can do magic
Said it's just like magic magic Girl I need your magic magic Said it's just like magic magic Girl I need your magic magic If my heart could see It would
Come in to me I know mystical garden Orchards and violets All mysteries are parted Life is a mirageghost Imagination Pure inspiration called justification
Si leurs Jaguars sont au musee Leurs Cadillacs sont de l'annee Leurs dessous en soie brodee Leurs bijoux de chez Cartier Si leurs lentilles sont bleu
Up the Spiral Staircase Only to find One empty perch within an empty room A sealed up Snitch, a book of nursery rhymes the end of all our conversations
(colonna sonora del film delle winx) Promises have meaning once again And broken dreams are drifting to an end I'm feel it like my life has just begun
[Youngbuk] Hey yo..here's some motherfucking pimp shit for your ass. Do you Believe in MAGIC? Well... [YoungBuk] I think I'm ready to get my pimp on
Heading south so i can go north Guided by birds but drifting off-course Read the tide-table before starting out Bbut 30 years old with chapters torn
Amongst the books, an angel i've not met And time hasn't touched her yet From a to m to z she swans, as if avoiding bed Pigtails instead of wings I strung
There's angel pie in the oven and everything is ok, it's alright The point at which the seasons pass each other on the way out, way in 'A confederate
None of us are what we were I know you've heard this all before I know you've heard this all before But none of us are what we were But it's a dark age
England's dreaming, winter absent I take my books back, change my accent First in the library You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens
I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage