it's demons down to your mind to take control If it thinks it's got my mind Well it better think again I got the pleasure of the piano and this powerful
, frag dich nicht wo dein Vater bleibt. Es ist abfuckreich, abfuckreich Wasser wird zu Stein und dein Herz blutet, wie schon die ganze Zeit. BRIDGE
Blitzlicht verfolgt, lad dir mein Mixtape ich verbinde Business mit Flow. Halt die Fresse du lebst in ?ner Kitsch Doku Soap, mein Logo Piano Black
on the burning rocks (brass) Sweet sweet Fanta Diallo ouh! ouh! Fanta Diallo Sweet sweet Fanta Diallo ouh! ouh! Fanta Diallo (horn/piano bridge) Sweet
me rubbin' u da passions emaculate while u lovin me lovin u i love me puttin me in you make love to you just like soliderman play piano [Play] [piano
. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano
Vecchi solai e ciminiere lavatoi al decimo piano Fumo che sale il paradiso e gli angeli cadono giu La zappa il tridente il rastrello la forca l'aratro
concentrate I have to get this grade Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday BRIDGE But just right now Can? think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns and ammo Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano
angel heaven let me think was you But I'm afraid... It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late Bridge (guitar/piano
But I'm afraid... It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late Bridge (guitar / piano) It's too late
? (during bridge) (bridge continues throughout) Hey! Hey little buddy where you going? Come back man! We was just playin! Come on man! See I pissed him off {*bridge fades out to piano
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill An aria with the Russians at the piano in
papers, stamp the ribbon. You're mistaken if you think we'll just forget. You can thump your chest and rattle, Stand in front of your piano, But we
you're naked, lying on the bed while I'm at the piano All I can say is I can't fake it When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle