understand And the years flew by in colours Each one a little faster than before And as the war caused some to cry I'd identify My tv keeping score Growing up
Translation: Hill, Dan. Growing Up.
understand And the years flew by in colours Each one a little faster than before And as the war caused some to cry I'd identify My TV keeping score Growing up
gobble up with beans and rice" You fat little rat from the sewer I eat you like a meal, pass you like maneuer Put you in the garden where my flower grows
benny *hill* I slap you up and make you *feel* what devon *feel* You cry like dice clay, like kunta kinte I gets loose You blowin up's a fucking dream
yours I don't hassle with capsules, 'cause that'll make the grass grow And get a project nigga paid up the asshole If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up
Slaine) This is a movement; a real movement.(La Coka Nostra). You motherfuckers talk like you a movement but none of yous are moving. I walk the hills
is painted black We will grow old and fatter We got our ville so what else matters Trashy, mod and kev they're stayin' up Nathan, Matt, and Dan
house is painted black We will grow old and fatter We got our ville so what else matters Trashy, mod and kev they're stayin' up Nathan, Matt, and Dan
Benny *Hill* I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel* You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose You blowin up's a fucking dream
