is banana Hot in the sun Hot on the skin Pele zico pele Na tv on tv Hat trick, lick trich The kings of the day Ease away the pain of the day today Cantar
a wolf, ohhh Giulietta love this The religion And your lover is your god Ever stimulator of the cold Your spirit Like the incense it must stay Smoke
My friend Jamie pan Peter pan of the park With flute he pipes his way On tree branches he plays Until it's dark Jamie Pan When he gets restless He jumps
Cool and calm, Mr Gorgeous Walks up to the bar and orders and As he passes by, they all sigh - ah... When he moves just like a panther, He feels your
This must be underwater love The way I feel it slipping all over me This must be underwater love The way I feel it O que que e esse amor, d'agua Deve
Un Un Four Five Fifteen Quinze Seventeen Seven Nine Eight Sete cinco seis Sete cinco seis Trezentos e um That's three hundred, three hundred and one
Goodbye sweet romance I am flying away now Goodbye sweet romance I am flying away now To num aviao saindo fora embora Estou num aviao saindo fora pra
Inhaling and being inhaled In an all or nothing situation If I tried to say no My heart said yes If I tried to disguise it in my voice My eyes gave me away
to your hell I feel in a devil of a mood Been instilled by the devil Wicked heart brings me so much pain And pleasure I can't keep away Je suis totalement
I hope you don't mind but I see you as my sanctuary I like the way that you are my sanctuary I hope you don't mind but I see you as my sanctuary I like
Traduzione: Smoke City. Flying Away.
away Or you can hit the highway That's the only way that we do it Love when we do it Fly away, fly away Fly away, fly away Cause we gon get you high today
that now, the smoke is in my eyes CHORUS : Gimme one good reason I should stay for one more heartbeat Gimme one good reason Not to turn and walk away
city' right?" "It just took up the whole car?" "Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit..." [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando (translation of spanish: Listen to it.. the city
wanted a closer look Then gripped to the rail, how our cheeks turned pale To see the flying machines near clip the houses And throw kisses to the sandbar Little tendrils of smoke
degrees Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees [Posdnuos:] Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City Rollin' with commitees, making your
. Marks to St. Thomas Take game farther than the put-put planes charted The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise All city
