It was so long ago, was it in a dream? Was it just a dream? I know, yes, I know, it seemed so very real It seemed so real to me Took a walk down the
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction? Nothing
Translation: Fahrenheit 9/11 Soundtrack. R.e.m. -- Shiny Happy People.
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction?
can be a freak Every day of every week F-R-E-A-K Let me be your freak (Okay) Superman lover I'll pitch your tent with a XL M.agnum under cover She know the deal Ass look better in a 9
em in P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost
I can be a freak Every day of every week F-R-E-A-K, let me be your freak (Okay) Superman lover I'll pitch your tent With a XL magnum under cover She know the deal Ass look better in a 9
money That street money, that street, that street money You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5 Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to
'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie Bone I'll put your ass up in a casket, bitch Be aware when I'm steppin' with the Enterpri$e The money, we bankin
dem nigga's just a mack wantin the 6-9 for a minute while he's down in my lap It's all about pimpin and he loves to mack I'm down for my nigga cos he'
, R.E.D. Crack cost money, but the 'E' is free, yeah Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Whateva' she said, then I'm
own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e Comin' out your ipod
I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me I'm on everything Bout to sip the liquor like
but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew
