t treat you!" Learned myself cause nobody said "let me teach you" This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through This is for my Weather People, them clever people
't treat you!" Learned myself cause nobody said "let me teach you" This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through This is for my Weather People, them clever people
Traduzione: Gabbia. Meteo Persone.
jump up, jump up and down now The leaders of this country they are wearing the crowns Represent the people of the country and the towns So people shout
And Catch A Case Adress Me As Leather Face Jesse Smith And Wesson James Not To Spit In Heavens Face But I Live In This Hell This Place Where People Are
you really wanna know, nigga most peronal My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage
Chorus] Seasons change Are we gonna change together See the leafs fall from the weather Times are strange now more than ever Seasons change You can never rearrange the weather
masters like Seen and Phase 2 You amaze crews and do a one man whole train that'll bring fame to your name like John Coltrane Disregard cold rain and bad weather
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions A lot of people think that what I say on records Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do it
by Sinead. ------------------------------------------------- A thousand cultures stolen ships that came sailing Sighted from the shoreline people stood
The lifestyle the game bring Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks Or just a cellblock and prisoners pop People change like seasons do (People change like the weather
[Intro] Alot of people ask me, Stupid fucking questions, alot of people think that, what i say on record, or what i talk abouton the record, that i actually
(Mr J Medeiros) Envision the prison of age where the apparent disposition is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage who hits the parents when
Divided he stands, inhuman to the core He lashes away at life 'cause he feels he deserves a little more Than the ordinary every day caged angels and freaks
I could change one thing about the weather well then I would tell the world and I'd become famous and then I wouldn't need to care about the weather
the people I group together pre-curse the letters and the postcards that you sent my eyes are open sliding your tongue across the paper produces effects that resemble weather
wanna know, nigga most personal My reason for treason is bread, So even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage
to self-discovery but no it's not maiden It's just that it's never been made in this form This storm I will weather till the weather gets warm I work
