reflection of my foreign car by R & R I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel I was a marching
From a distance the world looks blue and green And the snow capped mountains white From a distance the ocean meets the stream And the eagle takes to flight
(Jae Millz) Black And Grey Pink Stripes Marc Jacobs Hard Bottoms Im Fly Spreadin My Wings Like ??? And My Date Yea She Beautifoul Too She Went Easy On
on, I'm bangin' wit that Where it's at what it's at, don't worry ?bout that You?re a soldier, where a soldier relate to that Now I'm marching down the
mercury? Your lips turn blue and you're strugglin' just to see You were too far gone to carry on Now your life has stalled As you march ahead, yet go
(White America) Little Eric looks just like this (White America) Erica loves my shit I go to 'TRL' Look how many hugs I get Look at these eyes baby blue
separates noise from peace, the hint of an every evolving magic; a precious place combines and still confirms the space the oneness and togetherness. And still a softer morning in March
blessed to get through For beauty shinin through like the sun at the highest noon From the top of the cable car at table mountain I am you Girls with the skyest blue
bomber Here it is, I'm heaven sent, living in hell All seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watching Out for the death while the beats knocking Plot by the devil in a blue
Slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic Sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it Temptation marches along till I'm surrounded
psychedelic elements Isolated Mad Child talk torture Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and go-karts Dark town iron-jawed angel Danger's no foreigner, I enjoy strangers Aqua, blue
[Mad Child] slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it temptation marches
check it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell
HOOK: I'm superbad! They want some of my Mclovin. I'm superbad! People pushin and a shoving! Verse 1: Superbad shawty hoppin out a blue chevy, the
Fear is any army Fighting against me, fighting a lost cause If I could only change their uniform They'd be soldiers of love marching on and on Love is
March, march, march, march Boomdizzle, baby Way back in 1776 Who would have thought we would have had these chicks Sum kinda slim and some extra thick
It was like March, April Fuckin' Libra, fuckin' Taurus, born in 1775 I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still alive I used to hang with the original