Testi:
Sublime Right Back

sometimes I pray And I'm waitin', I'm waitin' for some bright holiday, holiday And I bought myself that gun, yeah And I'm right back, right back where

I feel like I'm right back there again Sometimes I pray, waiting waiting for some bright holiday So I bought myself a gun and I'm right back right back

born now was my mistake I've passed the buckaroo I'd say You're right No chance Why fight? Why be A cowboy star (But) Hump back brahmas Lovely cow

carry clever across the cleft Like soundwaves and ravage in his chest It's not a matter of bein wack or not It's about - who got your back when shit gets

Gab and KWEEN] Rhyme for rhyme and line for line The lyrics from the mind that's prime, arrive on time and rip into you fine as wine, sublime the kind

kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all

kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all

Like Saladin on a horse, backed by seraphim Where flowers open and my past and unruled is downhill But see, I'm quick to the back The fate for the house

the week out Of my mind Slap my face on Now i feel sublime Put some sounds on To unwind Caught the moment Just about the right time I've got to get back