What, you think it can't happen? Soul assassins, two thousand, word It goes somethin' like this I'm Vision Quest, Fresh Fest era terror Krush Groovie
Bismillah Punk rock the scar, disco to blues Yo, my blue suede shoes got stepped on Slept on, the style that I hustle You wanna flex then punk make a
Yeah, yeah, two-thousand, zero, zero The party just started, ha-ha, ha-ha Everlast, Kurupt, goes somethin' like this I say one, two, one-two-one-two
One and the same, one and the same I wish I could see beyond the filthy blue horizon See what lies ahead of me Perhaps I'd see the path of my own destruction
Uncle Whitey, Uncle Whitey Can you tell us a bedtime story? Be right here, bed time thing Yeah, can you tell some bedtime stories Please Once upon a
A trust betrayed a rusty blade standing on edge I walked a line, paid my fine hope I know the ledge Actual facts, unnatural acts, sins they take their
Her skin is salty sweet, she wore sandals on her feet Side by side we fell asleep in her mother's bed She stepped inside of me, she said don't ever lie
Watchin' the sunshine, peekin' over the skyline Thinkin' I gotta get mine, gotta try at least one time Wanna get near it, close enough to fear it Close
I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m Raking up the dimes and quarters Slinging eggs and ham Scrambled, poached or over easy Coffee black and strong Jukebox
I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m. Raking up those dimes and quarters Slinging eggs and ham Scrambled, poached, or over easy Coffee black and strong
Du drehst an der Muhle und leierst dich aus und du kannst nicht mehr weil du glaubst du bist zu schlecht vielleicht hast du recht es hat niemand behauptet
(Musica y letra: Jordi Sanchez) Hoy me he puesto a pensar que es lo que tu tendras que me hace tan feliz. Es tu forma de mirar es tu modo de besar es
Las gafitas de las pecas, con complejo de muneca desconchada frota su cuerpo desnudo contra el lino blanco y mudo de la almohada. Invisible entre la
DJ Quik+ (Voice Box) A ha ha you don't understand me goddammit (I don't wanna eat it) A ha ha ha nah baby I aint wit' it (don't wanna eat it) I can't
I wasn't there But I heard there were flowers in his hair Though not yet born to her I know there was something magic about the way she held her own I
This heart of mine is so blind Just can't see tonight, not doin' right I walk this thin line Of this double life So long, I'm feeling jaded The one true
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Bugles are calling from prairie to shore, "Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war. Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten All hope seems gone