I'm bombing bastards. Forever after us. Carrying an equation. It's like I'm Asian. . You heard fantastic. We cross the Atlantic. They say I'm not normal.
Any other day I would wake up,. Press start on my K-cup.. Think about the time you take up,. While you put on your make up.. But that make-up don't hide those lies you tell..
Aye Gadaffi. Diss is nat a pain ting you know. An diss is nat a boast to you fren dem down de lane ting. A jus' de works baby. . Me want a man way have a big ninja bike fi me ride pan.
Minimal big mistakes, and the last one:. In the car or the store, you didn't ask for it.. Take your time, take the place, and react.. Does it in my mind set the pace?.
We sleep together you and I. we bring these awful things to rest.. Discuss the day and I lose my balance again.. . You talk of us, remembering when I was listening..
Sag mir, wo ein Stck Heimat liegt. Ich glaube, ich habe die Orientierung verloren.. Zeig mir, wer wir sind oder vielmehr waren.. Wo liegt noch Wahrheit tief in uns verborgen?.
she was a big bang in my heart. creating worlds, new ways for me. she was a big bang a new start. been trying to find a way in, oh shes got the key. she was a big bang all so bright.
I heard beggers cant be choosers. well i beg to differ. can float down mainstream. or stay on this crazy river. I heard beggers cant be choosers. well i beg to differ.
The stolen glances, the moments in between the actions. The dice are rolled, the skeleton sit by the fork in the road. The paths that twist and turn, the journey goes on.
Wake up, look me in the eyes again. I need to feel your hand upon my face. Words can be like knives, they can cut you open. And the silence surrounds you and haunts you.
Wake up, look me in the eyes again. I need to feel your hand upon my face. Words can be like knives, they can cut you open. And the silence surrounds you and haunts you.
(Intro). Wicked [x5]. It's a dubadub style. . (Chorus). From the western town, on the ganja. Come on now!. Dubadub come from, this area. Come on, now!.
(Chorus). Rich people cross the border. but the poor people cannot (x2). . Verse 1. lucky if you got the passport. you get to the closest aeroport. the is not like the people on the boat.
My sin is greater than any sea. I grab everything I can for me. My life is worth nothing on my own. I reap the seeds I have sown. I give excuses day after day.
How can I explain something not of this world. A man hung between two thieves. Blood dripping from His hands and brow. Pulling with His nailed wrists for each breath.
Out Of Line Raise your glasses Think of the times we've had Wash down your pride Think of all the things. We should have said We should have siad. Why does it have to end that way? Every hello means good-bye someday All precious moments laid to waste And all the good times washed away.
One time watch over the bowline searching for meanings. staring out to the shoreline in the dust. blown off course by the whistling chasing us. . You left me on the rocks.
Verse 1:. Wake up in the morning, in the corner on the street. Havent got the money, to buy everything to me. If you teach a lesson, but im not willing to learn.