angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah But if I had an old fat Cadillac I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac
It'll burn a hole right through this town. All the animals will feel this in their cages it'll mix with minerals and backbones to go home and reflect
Traduction: Bear Quartet. Old Friends.
guess the Lord had mercy on this old bear ?. snowstorm landscape desperate and mean will he leave any ? will I leave any good ? Do I want to be that old bear
mystical tale While the hours of my kingdom Do rapidly fade Deep clouds bear thunder Like a dark poem's rhyme And now is the dawn of all times Concealed behind old
[feat. Blu L] [T-Pain:] Throw me in a cage with a lion and a bear I'm a kill em That motivation ain't lyin I swear, I'm a nigga I got my ear to the streets
and my steps remained Back to the den, grab a hold of the mane Allegba(?), meet me at the road A following soul, young to the old Walkin in the path
away But they're still gonna play guitars On dead strings, and old drums They'll play and play to pass the time The old wild men Old wild men Old wild
stroke's for you. Time bears a crippling intimidation. It's only second to your eyes. I bear a devilish infatuation It's always looming right behind. It's getting old
't make him cum Mama Bear and Papa Bear went for a walk through the forest Mama Bear asked Papa Bear could he eat her porridge Papa Bear said 'shit bitch
[Poo Bear] And it's hard Hard [8 Ball] Yea yea sittin looking out my window the streets I see ain't pretty Sometimes I wonder if I was born rich with
be there When you're ridin' But I'll stay to myself So if you see me out there with a bear we fightin' Then nigga go help the bear Cause I was raised
prey on mankind's weakness the grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes in pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea vile notes seduce old Cerberus
from below, Hast made me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow ! See'st thou not how stiff, And wondrous old, Far unfit to bear the
lost Cause she couldn't handle my shit, wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one
bear. You've got to have somebody, when she's not there. I tell my troubles to the coalman. He's a coalman but he understands. He's not such a very, very old