crayon s'est-elle taillee desormais Que vais-je faire de cet abandon A qui en faire don ? Bombez le torse bombez ! Prenez des forces bombez ! Bombez le torse bombez
s'est-elle taillee desormais Que vais-je faire de cet abandon A qui en faire don ? Bombez le torse bombez ! Prenez des forces bombez ! Bombez le torse bombez
will he walk this way He leaves his bag underneath the seat, He breaths new air back on city streets, He knows love grows but a war must be won, So his bomb
Don't even tell me because I already know. This fucking beast inside always ready to make a show. Never can I leave it behind, a definite part of me.
If I told you one day, That I would never hurt you. That I would be a promise I can't make If I told you someday, That this could be true love forever
Turn those headlights off let's not make a sound just whisper in my ear how much you want me around if you wanted to tell me how much you would miss
If I had known all these roads had led to you I would of crashed this car now I'm leaving you with all this sorrow and send me your very best the world
This could be a night to remember But you still give me nightmares I could never forget I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight So before you go, I'll
't you try to shake my hand or be my friend Unlike a hook made out of rubber I will not bend! Drop the bomb!! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To all you silly
non e la Dicci che hanno ridotto l'Italia cosi Non e la Mafia non e la P2 ne la P4 ne la P3 Cio che ha distrutto l'Italia davvero e un ragazzino con il bomber
wit me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you
annoiato. Ebbi un sobbalzo: sentii parlare per la prima volta di bombe intelligenti L?IDEA DI UNA BOMBA INTELLIGENTE Ho sempre creduto che la bomba fosse
I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word
One of us is gonna be here and one of us is gonna be running off alone into the great unknown you're not me, you're a model of freedom all you need
You came with the season, as the first swallow sang A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
