This music is my time To reel out and rewind I'll be brutal with truth I'd rather be honest with my soul Be the pile of trash A bum picks through
: This music is my time To reel out and rewind I'll be brutal with truth I'd rather be honest with my soul Be the pile of trash A bum picks through
If I said what this was about Would you even care? Would you stare at me defeated? Or would you say that "all is fair"? Would you believe me if I told
s a wicked calibre It's a little story Some sonic glory Control Wicked satelite Just right Harder than a gunshot Hard than the steel The way of the explosive
[Chorus:] Hustlin, thuggin, on one, nothin Everywhere I move my gun is with me Like what, you better move Everywhere I move my gun is with me [Hook:]
(feat. Bailey) [Bailey] I'm sky ballin', a young California pimp Loungin' in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents Iced down, draped an dipped hittin
[Messy Marv:] Awww yeah, yeah, yo Young Mess struck the Mac and his lights went out Then I knocked all the ice out his mouth Check it out, one to the
you have a problem, get it off your chest Come Planet Smasher come tell them the rest I can see it coming This is not a test Everyone's set too explosive
past Just drop your guard I know this hurts And I know it's hard Don't let the pain Dictate your motion Come with me We could be so explosive Can you
Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte non e certo un turbamento per noi microbi astuti ma il teorema rimane irrisolto e il nemico lancia il
It's not a question of love 'Cause our love has never changed But all the little things keep piling up And life keeps getting in the way [Chorus:] Don
Peso joga ginga roda Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun With a lighter and some hairspray smoking in the girls' room Not worse than Shelley
nuts to walk away Yeah Cool guys don't look at explosions They blow things up and then walk away Who's got time to watch an explosion Cause cool guy
Bouncing and pounding, my head the backboard I need release to let it flow And I was ready, really ready I was ready to explode Oh wasted time, oh wasted
And just outside I can hear the Sounds of the early morning Street becoming way too loud and The hum of the engines of the Cars on the street. And with
cadet, with a tape and a cassette Player, mine faster than prayer, or pass me the ozone layer A better tape then I'm there, high explosives Lyrics are high explosives