up my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too much
gotta pick up my passports And I've gotta get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way
pick up my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too
Traduzione: Rolling Stones. Losing My Touch.
my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too much Baby
rappers heated I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll All the Liks releases, become masterpieces
a ringtone deal, a commercial with T-Mobile Man he can global, depends if he acts noble Take his photo and put him on the cover of Vibe Rolling Stone
birds, with about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my
on my life It was my time to go, somebody take care of my child And raise him up right, plus these niggaz be living so shife I don't want my seed, to
from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch
m ready to roll... [Chorus] [Sabre:] Fresh of the plane it's the F.O.P Finally home now my hearts at ease Being a rolling stone can't get no satisfaction
What do i do? wrestle crocs and box roos Munch on Witchetty grubs like junk food My whole crew, roll a scoob outta paper bark and hunt a tasmanian devil