of star we would be hoping for There's a star in the night sky The kind of star we would be dreaming of There's a star in the night sky The kind of star
Traduzione: Cenere. C'è una stella.
{In the promise they say you'll make it} There's work to be done You must grind and shine If every second is a blessing Yes it is precious {Suggest you get message} The agreesion when your finding a
ll be able to hear it from the freeway Chicago inside of an empty bottle There's a thin line between gossip and gospel There's a house over there near
a row I saw a sideways 8 wrapped around a microphone Extraterrestrial Isotopic ratios A broke Scientist in his Lab with no place to go Fire and Ash fallout, that's
feeling ill medicine from the doctor, perception crystallize clusters sticky like bubble gum, wiggaseed, a vague description unmanned post a traffic redirection because there's
silent There's no music in the night I'd become smoke And hide in your cigarette pack Seven. To be a star Tossing light To sparkle in your eyes
owner of the One The precious, my precious-s-s-s-s-s... [III. A Twist Of Fate] A bleak sun rises in the East, Yet the night's reign is prolonged Blackest
And you imagine your a playboy that's kickin it live But in his own damn mind yo he's doin time Now that's deeper then the craters on the moon Crushin
a swisha if ya smoking, fool we ain't even tripping There's only three rules, when you sit in my car One no ash on my flo', two don't steal your bar Three
So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) [x2] [Spilff Star] A lot of brothers don't like me Screw me when the site me Pop a lot of shit, but they scared
Went to a movie called The Decline There were more pigs then people in line We sold some lodes to get up the cash Who was the star Darby Crash His style
so young" What's left to overcome? Who's left to tell my son Of a requiem of a father who really loved them? So I'm a pour libation, relate the holy wisdom
booked, I?m a fish on a hook now/ (There by subway train) It?s too late to turn out my ride ?til I die now/ (There by subway train) Hitching a ride into
?t it got a ring to it Make you wonder why A&Rs don?t screen thru it You wana be a star ill write you a chorus You want a dozen roses ill buy you a florist
Aiyyo, a type love story, with the guts and glory Yes a high priced shorty, dollar signs when you saw me Havin naughty intentions witcha Rear suspension, a star