me It's me, that you are searchin' for It's me, that you are thinkin' of It's me, that can't live without It's me, it's me It is me, that you're searchin
Traduzione: Out Of Eden. Sono Io.
slap down south that's an enigma but to you it's a stupid dumb stigma that's right it's outta sight Let me tell you 'bout my baby she loves me and I
Johnnie Walker Red Four hundred miles talking to myself Me and your memory end up here I tell myself I'm gonna be alright But it's still not clear
Dig this, another Savior? Check the Script It's a myth, it's like a pig's fist, it don't exist If you find a witness do forget this The devil's the
are wandering In a foreign land We are children of the Promise of the faith And I long to find it Can you feel it, too? That the sun that?s shining
Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so
the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real (shit's
of three let go at last and let me have some peace of mind. It's all become very confusing; I'm trying to sort it all out. One thing that's clear is you
out for Jerusalem I've gone beyond but there's no life And there is nothing how it seems I've gone beyond but there's no life There is no healing rain in Eden
Devil, and it's the same damn trip. It's a negative force, coming in on a positive force, because it's a third dimension, right? And for it to solidify
hailin' over Little Eden tonight Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July Down in town the circuit's full
budge This emptiness has already been judged I wanna go out tonight I wanna find out what I got You're a strange part of me, you're a preacher's girl
And you don't stop [Hook] [Lee Majors] Yeah it's like gravity check it out one time y'all. It's what it means to me. It's like that ch'all. It's like
them cops Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about being +Bout It+ If you're not,
's a real West Indian beatin That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out
