Translation: The Lives Of Famous Men. Chandeliers And Piano Keys.
Creo que esta vez Va hacer como la otra vez Tu ya olvidaste todo lo que paso ayer Quiero que esta vez No sea igual que ayer Vivo pensando en lo que quiero
Not now but soon The most beautiful light Will wake us to pillow fighting excitement Not now but soon Right into every corner Satellites maneuvering
) Now I lay thee down to sleep Niggas tryin' to lay me down with heat If I should die do' before I awake I pray my Lord my soul to take If dead men
son. How the fuck we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him. The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up) [Verse 1] If dead men
No one knows what I can see And what I see, it pleases me on my roof South Pacific hot sea pool Coney Island amusement school for misspent youth It's
Time can kill the greatest of men Even the strongest find themselves on the floor It doesn't have to be this way Time keeps moving on and on Fragile time
Time can kill the greatest of men. Even the strongest find themselves on the floor. It Doesn't have to be this way. Time keeps moving on and on. Fragile
the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano
America needs you Harry Truman Harry could you please come home? Things are lookin' bad I know you would be mad To see your favorite men Prevail upon
pressure expose the gem A war cry was the breath I was holding in A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen Called wise, blessed among the chosen men The
men never dies No sad farewell no tea dimmed eyes where all his love and the soul never dies [ piano ] A rose is bloomin' there for me where the soul of men
cause radio wit wimp bitch men I'mma fuck you snuff heads up Soft niggas get the gay channel When I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano DJ
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
i'ma be the shit Fuckin with niggas like e four o and b-legit Y'all niggas got a pay to feed the men, we the men Do it fast or slow, we dressed up straight
the sound of ataris kills working class men who know that they'll never drive fast cars again heroes are broken the cello is burnt pictures of babies
I was the darling no one could defeat Grand hotel suites were my home Men at my feet, limousines in the street First class to Paris and Rome He walked
band is over I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away I saw you in Japanese restaurant You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle