knows are they phony Or maybe are they real? Corn circles, hey Corn circles, hey Corn circles, is somebody playing a trick? Corn circles, pixies, witches
Traduction: Waterboys, le. Cercles de maïs.
and gotten the pot So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot Four chain glock on em' with no warning Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
keep going round and round We keep going round and round Round and round and round I can't believe it, here we go again You're in your corner, you want
la la la English translation She just floats in her world And he tries to touch She recoils Does not know You sit in the corner and watch her In the
say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the
in a race just to win Backed into the corner of my mind You come along from nowhere to save me yeah [Chorus:] It's too deep it's gone full circle I
the short Little people running circles round the wide Lazy times waste it well What better to do with my mind ! Crazy times no rhythm too hard Deep corners
the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle of a hoop that never ends Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn
Senseless and savage They act without order In logical lapses They stain their mouths with blood So take my hand This barren land is alive tonight Oh, the corn
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn [Verse 2] On the street kicking rocks Circling the same block Green pointed flowers Searching every corner
There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground and the rain is falling down The church doors blown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
(feat. Ludacris, Rick James) [Busta Rhymes:] Uh, y'know, this time as we circle around the block, as we travel through the hood Ya mean? This time I
going back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack BLAOW Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know
't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered and pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN~! Ambulances on the corner
key but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme [Dove] While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim
-l-link with them shades of thought and think (and in this corner be the hush) so play on William Rhodes Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square
The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging