You look so good while you're riding On your pterodactyl Storming castles with abandon And rainbows by fistfuls Now lets go dancing madly backwards While
Traduzione: Frizione. Rising Son.
in it And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain't missin' shit Broad as the eye can see A black one will rise, and boys so you best
Gortex made in Mexico bricks Fifteen Five Celine Dion ties Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes yo, the theme cries rollin' for cream yo now watch the laser beam rise
, fearing death, well embrace us And die fighting, the rest of these pagans [Hook: Roger Peterson] When we rise up, our sword in our clutch, and fighting
weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch But
You're at a point where you've got no options left With the slightest of ease I'll stop your breath Interrupt your fun once we abduct your son Since you
ain't wise to rise, and put-up-a stand Lets get together put these highs and put up grands Income, no doubt, but I got news son You win some, with no
My Till I Hit The Ground Beat My Head Against The Wall Beat My Head Against The Wall Beat My Head Against The Wall I Will Rise Again Grab Much Crab Clutch
that What He would do is just rise just for you, then how Can ya run from the truth when it?s true man... Chorus Tell me if you now just uh hold in the clutch
Heh.. See y'all don't know what the fuck goin on I know what time it is yo It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno Rise in my eyes, these
It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? And
? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do?
now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of satan
on Holy ground give is the greatest of all I spread my love around young black multi, this ain't a game son We run businesses this ain't a game son, we
