[Cage] Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians Vendors rap stars wall street billions Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts Dollar fifty
Traduzione: Gabbia. Good Morning.
good, come on Just sing along I'm okay, I'm alright I got good feelings on my mind I'm okay, I'm alright With you I'm okay, I'm alright I got good feelings
Do you want to make me understand the feelings in the morning in my head be sure you?re wrong, just like a tourist so far, far away from home Do you
't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird
It's Like 5 In The Morning, Sunrise Cage Full Of Birds One Flies I'ma Tell Ya I'm Beached On The Sand Jeepers Creepers The Features That Span From Head
I feel good enough to go Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams Everything was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this morning and I looked at
about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Krayzie] Woke up this morning
Yeah You Know Seh No Matter Wha Gwaan Yo Just Hold Firm You Know Keep Movin, Hold Your Head Up You Know Ay Yo Wake Up In Di Morning Say A Lickle Thing
of automated destruct nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged fishing for the fly shit hybrid I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning
discuss this man to man It's no good you getting angry We must try to act our age You're pursuing your convictions Like some hermit in a cage You're
Intro - Good morning ladies and gentlemen And welcome to Channel Five News Journal We have a huge breaking news Something weird and strange has happened
Every other morning I lie in bed awake And wonder why the dawning Always has to break Could it be it must As we all expect it to Could it be I just Simply
huh, mind of matter And that's all good, but fuck that my new shit is spine of bladder And everybody tryna get to the top and that's all good too butt
hits I remenice On this angelic face, reciplicating bliss With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline Good food in my belly, good
em on the table, Sampled em all one by one I was able, They all taste good, defeated to smoke, Next the two footer, I wanted to choke, First morning
fulla lead Incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays I guess it's the American ways Far from slaves, Yet behind bars and cage
