here too long Chorus: Missing you somewhere down the line Thinking names, are you thinking mine Wearing life out like a race against time Missing you somewhere down the line
too long Chorus: Missing you somewhere down the line Thinking names, are you thinking mine Wearing life out like a race against time Missing you somewhere down the line
Traduzione: Lennon. Down The Line.
down to the desk, pay for alcohol Jump into a car, hope we make the plane in time Smile for all the ladies as we're passin' through the line I'll be down
time While under fire you stood on the line They tried to throw metal away You stood your ground and made you a name Keeper of the flame Twas Lennon
is in my mind My mental is out of it I'd be on that ass like Tyson at a beauty pageant Assassinating you like you John Lennon and watch you beg You popped
in the schools? Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules? Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make
whole time been capable, waitin on a sign to blow Look, listen, observe, witness My heart been this since a long time ago Sleep with my eyes up, hustle never went down
Chris +Rock+ed the song For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's +Lennon+ They
(John Lennon) One, two, a one, two, three, four Well now the underground and overjoyed they come on just the same Don't wanna get too real man, just
fifth time ditto, kiddo Step out of line, kitko, she spit nines and shi-dells Put a pound to the tip of your niddose Put em in line piddles Diamond-stud
Should you plan to travel way down South (woah) Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout (a curse) A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp (uh huh
intended But somewhere down the line it got twisted and bended One day we?ll return to a nation that?s God lead And eventually it?ll be just like John Lennon
in a flight no price line, Used to want to be a Marvel fighting crimes, Till I realized the boy had the nicest rhymes. (Course) Role the windows down
One, two, three, four Oh yea Made in America, nineteen fifty nine Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line Raised on radio, just a jukebox
with no shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin' out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down