world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it But I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour, don't get
world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it But I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour, don't
Traduzione: No Doubt. E 'La Fine Del Mondo As We Know It.
As we run in all directions Nothing's quite the joy it seems On that we could be contented With the good things that we've gained But in the end we're
family ties, your family's giving your family tries, your family's living your family croaks, dies of a stroke and that's the end, but then you awoke as
people! Your dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill We're not just raw, it's Project Blow! [Aceyalone] well it's time for
chopped or not, baby pop My world don't stop (Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop, stop, stop..
it's East Side Kelly Park Crip 4 Life [RIDER-J] Now once again my friend it's time to up the C in Servin' motherfuckers Lives was end We on mission -
believe it?s gotta be Deep as an ocean the kind of emotion that turns you inside out That leaves no doubt That it?s more than a feeling it?s love that
fast I give amazing head Backside a lil softer than a baby's ass Now that's wild soft I'll let a rich n!gga hit it on his golf course I got a young dude
. They hide it all away from a people gripped in fear they'll take to the grave they never will reveal it. We never will saved until we finally hear
the future, see past it But I don't know what it means I pass the DataStream along to my team They say it's more than a dream Kill you with weed vapour
atari but yo with these attachments and distractions can we see it's about walking the path of many prophets that precede us no doubt, we gots to train
who the fuck to follow? Dominion! Dominion! Say what? Say fuckin' what? We are a curious race, we are out there But do we really know it, for god's sake It's
get behind that table and sell that t-shirt. It's eight, I said eight, yo. Na, I don't think so. It's seven. Whatever, dude. It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k