, pour vider une bombe lacrymonege a un CRS Pour une petite gaterie, pour manger un mafe, charger les batteries On a les crocs de la cons' et on boit le sky
open up the sky look into my eyes and see the dialation Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man embedded in our souls it breaths out from this band
it I tell the truth and I don't tell jokes now check it out this microphone, when it's in my hand with or without a band, or a mic stand I command, even
to set home or off of the dome Because wigs are known to be SPLIT And a, fan is known to be hit with shit Rubber band flows that snap back in place Rap
in the ring on the lawn Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on Oh, the lectures I gave So the girls would behave While the band
money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
fears are gone And I know life's O.K. When I see you again As life goes by Don't look back and wonder why You didn't see that band Or kiss that girl
at the sky Innersexual circuits are cruising without fear All inviting you for partytiming here That's the start of the new sensation.. ...dig that band
And when the day is finally over And we stumble home Before we sleep Baby, marry me I wanna drive Until we get lost Lie in a field staring up at the sky
don't understand stop, I just understand go As a child I used to see little crack vouls And niggaz sayin how you like me now Hair to the sky, what you
roll with the game [Equipto] Roll with the game, my homie said feel my pain Some said that he might rise again Put ya flame to the sky and strike ya
here have been here all the time You brought me to church, Cinder blocks, flourescent light You brought me to church At 7o'clock on a Sunday night And the band
you appear there?s nothing left of you, aha Now the man in the back Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky And the girl in the corner is
mine True loving people whose hearts are kind Find that little town that's in the back of my mind CHORUS: Oklahoma nights I will never forget you Oklahoma, the wind comes sweepin' Thru a sky
and as i think twenty minutes pass i failed my mission i'm a waste of life, waste of mind, where's my ambition chalk up one girlfriend two broken cars my band
disegnano i cuori Delle "love story" o capolavori di illegali pittori Ora come allora all'ora di punta la valanga dei ragazzi In banda e forse ce