well? Give my regards to the world Hand on my heart, I didn't do what they say Cos I would rather be blind Or lose my mind completely Twenty wild horses
you been well? Give my regards to the world Hand on my heart, I didn't do what they say 'Cos I would rather be blind or lose my mind completely Twenty wild horses
Translation: Status Quo. Twenty Wild Horses.
Have you been well? Give my regards to the world Hand on my heart, I didn't do what they say 'Cos I would rather be blind or lose my mind completely Twenty wild horses
? i'ma show you what bad is Microphone magician, it's the end when I start A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art Crowned king b-boy, the elite rap reverand Master of the ceremony twenty
we ride, tonight we ride We'll skin ole Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides Tonight
For the Grand City Hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty
grand City Hall in New York T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty
m tryin to reach higher So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly-er I'm talkin above heaven (but) But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse
take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit now, twenty first century plagued
the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down *** I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds *** this the Wild Wild
the burnt pyre of all the castaway Tiny shoots will spring like questions Will you take me? Out to the fenced hill sprinkled with horses Wild in resistence
caress All my love, you're the best Every little thing that I possess It's all emotion when you take control I can feel wild horses running in my soul
cargo of bricks For the grand City Hall in New York We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft And how the Trade Winds drove her She had twenty
same thing Well there are a lot of other things just like this I held one hundred twenty five wild horses And put saddles and bridles on more than that Harnessed some of the wildest
I'm tryin to reach higher So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly I'm talkin above heaven (but) But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse
You Gotta Stare Dawg? Chops Cuts Heads Off Doesn't Cut Hair Off. These Nigga's Is Air Soft. Soft Shell Taco Mild Sauce. You Keep On Running Like A Wild Horse
like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound Nigga this the wild wild West,
