Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do...
Hey Daily, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do...
Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do... First
Traduzione: Atmosfera. Primo.
It?s a shame how years keep passing by We?re the same now we don?t see eye to eye Used to be that boy in a bubble, he could get into a whole lot of
my dreams But dreams aren?t really what they seem Pack it up and put it all away No more living in yesterday It?s make or break, I?m in my prime Let me
of hanging in and holding on My center of gravity is gone Now it won't be long cause I am moving on Now i'm floating way above the atmosphere Now a constellation
Lost my troop my parachute Through neighborhoods in hot pursuit I landed on little league fields Now no more war games this is real Hopping fences parking
Turn off the lights; pull the sheets down tight, We?re being watched by satellite. Put my ring under loose floorboards, They can?t know my life before
It never rains in Los Angeles But now it looks like we?re drown in it It?s midnight now when the sun comes up I?ll be gone I?m darkest before you dawn
Lost in a crowd the world?s gone crazy She?s screaming out loud somebody save me No one?s allowed to be a hero So she?s lost in a crowd on a perfect
Flash dance, a last chance maybe Too cynical to believe On the right night with the right lights shining Shine a little light on me Applause, a lost
the chains relax a bit Does it indicate their mental state as happy clean and fit? Happy clean and fit? After daylong happy tunes its prime reaction
off me! But I wont stop till you go pop Orgasm have you screamin out your throat box Now your legs shake, body vibrate Cuz I'm swingin this dick like a primate
it's all good, and no key should and though you would really wanna leave of me What you kickin it in tha hood, get adapted, Capture tha atmosphere, get
stomach intact The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't wanna go back That's when the tunnel go black I'll send your soul to the atmosphere Fuck outta
is always on the black book, black listed this is the final chapter '96, knock in' you out the atmosphere: original Smith & Wesson and we outta here Rullante, cassa, charleston primo
two Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum Infinite prime