soft and lonely you, lost and only you, the strangest angels dancing in the deepest ocean existing in the world, you're just like a dream you're just like
you" You, soft and lonely You, lost and only You, strange as angels Dancing in the deepest oceans Existing in the world You're just like a dream You're just like
Traduzione: Taking Back Domenica. Just Like Heaven.
tight on the jet on the runway Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday [MJG] We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday Break a girl off that chain like
better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em Up" like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back
savin' NO hoes! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] These bitches ain't goin' to Heaven (No) No dogs go to Heaven, only hogs go to Heaven, and I...stay packin' them
, others say that i'm ignorant I don't just experiment, intimate not my sentiment everyday at the tenement, yayo like I invented it scrambled just like eggs, like
affiliated Well let me warn you I'm the kinda player that's really hated I'm rated X like Malcolm E-40 Coolio and Kam sprinkle game like talcum You won
the way that I wanna go out. Rob Jenkins, sittin' on the back pew: head bowed an' his eyes closed. Preacher talkin' 'bout gettin' to Heaven, said: "Brother would you like
one can see The secrets you hide behind Your southern hospitality On the strip the kids get lit So they can have a real good time Come Sunday they can just take
go back where you belong Get thee behind me Satan, just leave me alone Take all of your bad guys, your demons and flee Go to Hell in a handbasket, heaven
lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play
the hood infested with teenage hustlers Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans So they want they ride candy painted just like
clues for the construction of this thrilling new TREND! Angelic Voices: SUNDAY Greggery: Sunday? WOW! SUNDAY, SATURDAY . . . TUESDAY THROUGH 'MONDAY - MONDAY'! SUNDAY
My love for you is like an angel flyin through the sky like a bird in the winter.And your love for me is so deep sort of like a black rose crack in the
