way anymore and the river you ran through made silly pools inside of me wet memories that never seem to dry i can't believe we've slipped... no more echoes
J'aspire a une vie posee, respirer, me reposer sur des beats balances, Poses puis reposes. Parcourir les allees, les chemin, les sentiers, Les grandes
New York!" "Brooklyn's in the house" "Brook, Brook, Brooklyn New York!" "Brooklyn's in the house" [4X] [Verse Four: Pete Nice] Last exit to Brooklyn
The exit passes you by as they proceed to dance a shadow disrupts my light eternally almost over can you still hear me down there? I set my sites at
Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys
it's being made? Everybody, let's make it Since 1972-72-72 (echo) [NWA airline attendant (intermittently inaudible)] Please take a moment to locate the exit
climbing the fuckin' walls at night So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit [chorus x4] [Fashion
Deseo Lo Mismo Ke Me Has Echo) Te odio Lo Mismo ke Me Has Causado (Yeieh Ehh) El Principe Este Insomio Lennox Navegando En Este Mar De Dolor Donde No Exite
Kendo enfoca la camara de tu vida Hacia los objetivos que de verdad tienen importancia en la vida Vas a tomar la mano al fuego del exito Pichaer a to'
[1.] In the strangest world of formlessness I am reaching out to expand my mind No more echoes and reflections The future is now I am the first in line
HOPE my mic don't blow again. Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm. Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm. Jet for the exit, why hang around? Words
[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh [echoes]) Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet Na Na, steady rise, peep this out (Oooh, (bab-bayyy), gotta get you home with me tonight
phone Key contributor, well known major factor Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor who run ya down if you don't wanna move or wanna linger [echoes
good it would be, to finally say goodbye to everything that's goin wrong, God, especially me I wanna let go, let my mind just finally be free Breathe with no echo
on ya clones and act quickly That's what he taught me, observed his words and took heed respectfully That's why real niggas move silent and deadly {*echoes
the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) [P.R. Terrorist] Apocalypse at my finter tips Sense ya tight grip exit
(Verse #1) If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the mouth is the door/ Where the pieces exit freely way beyond your control/ And they?re not
the table, dips in the fridge has been chips on the table hips in the big, if the chips on the stable got the horsey that she rode in it's the exit i
