Somebody's singing Somebody's singing Somebody's singing A brand new song Some days it don't pay To get up out of bed Seems like the whole world Is overworked
(feat. Marc Live) [Intro] Yeah! This goes out to all you fake-ass motherfuckers doin your bullshit-ass parties (yeah, we in here) You motherfuckers
Translation: Williams, Kathryn. Frame.
: Somebody's singing Somebody's singing Somebody's singing A brand new song Some days it don't pay To get up out of bed Seems like the whole world Is
un conazo un clon como el esbirro de los malos De una peli de accion yo soy el hijo de puta que trae el hardcore Tu vete a buscar a tu puta madre como marco
tolerancia sin ansia de poder, y sin envejecer saboreando el placer de mil fragancias, saludar a Sigmund Freud y Albert Einstein y William Shakespeare
en lo noventa Liricas respuestas para preguntas que no contestan Como el misterio, De cuando suena la trompeta 6-6-6 "yo" sera la marca de la bestia Directo
Estoy follando con tu hermana, zoofilia pregunta quien me enseno le susurro Boris Vian corazon blando y polla dura aprendi literatura con... y Williams
c'e Dimmi vecchio dimmi vecchio cosa c'e che non va Dimmi vecchio dimmi vecchio Fabri Fil rime state-to-state Io nei miei testi son poeta tipo William
Somebody's singing Somebody's singing Somebody's singing A brand new song Some days it don't pay To get up out of bed Seems like the whole world Is
Or how I would kill him, for him to know it I cry when he tears My daddy gotta bad back So its only right that I write Till he can march right in
Chorus {Verse Three:} We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march
s when I knew you were my kind of girl And when we started talking I could not believe my ears You said you were a Braves fan even through the rotten years You quoted William
chi viene dal nulla ma punta in alto! e so che dovro muovermi tra Iene come Tarantino tra gloria e declino percorrero il mio cammino di ansia o delirio,una marcia
comme des cathedrales J'ai pense petit aveuglement grand Je faisais tourner mon globe a la rechercher de la croix du temps Je ne suis rien qu'un homme qui marche
devenir une silhouette et la, dis-moi pourquoi le jour s'arrete ? Arriverai-je a temps pour le bateau de Santarem ? Arriverai-je tout le temps ? Je ne marche
