Hey you, looking at the moon Waiting for the stars to give you answers Eating in your cars and building fences Is this what we've come to? Hey you, wailing
Traduction: Nash, Graham. Hey You (regardant la lune).
Hey you (looking at the moon) Waiting for the stars to give you answers, Eating in your cars and building fences, Is this what we've come to? Hey you
Circus tonight at the old square Families are crushing to get inside Attracted by the lamps of the fair Impatience is rising so tide Mr Clown's watching
fantasy fantasy She a fantasy fantasy girl (all time that girl's a beast) She's like a real life [Baby Bash:] Quiet like my night brand new moon Look at
look at that the speaker's quakin and I ain't fakin Like half the rappers in da nation so many trees look at the leaves That I be rakin and like inflation
come with me on this midnight vibe And you can feel it if you tune into your radio look at the sky look at the moon look at the way it glow I aint no
gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or
to what I know the growin' gap ain't clear How's the earth, how 'bout the stars and the [? ] Do you still await on change like a new moon's birth? Does
but we were poor had next to nothing We'd endured the habits of something called injustice like incest is you just rape is disgusting And every morning it breaks dawn she looks
like I'm flying I ain't thinkin bout the door. [Dappy:] Yo Yo I'm feeling like a king head spinnin No more straight whisky on the rocks can't stop spinnin Mans boggin at
fed a lover With just your hands Close your eyes And trusted, just trusted Have you ever thrown A fist full of glitter in the air Have you ever looked
said Como estas? Ven aqui, mami girl... Como estas? Ven aqui ir my casa, casa Como estas? Ven aqui, mami girl... Como estas? Ven aqui ir my casa, casa Wednesday night at the moon
the moon, I'll meet you in the sky, Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns tu hold down, I figure this where my heart at, This shit has
That I Will Spark The Brain That Will Change the World Better Show Respect Before I Lose It The Whole World Know Precise Is More Than Music A Movement Look At
sundown 'til the sun come up Don't let her looks fool you, she get bad at night If you with her you might get grabbed at night Shot and stabbed at night
on glow Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though [Hook: Bettye Sterling] [Z-Ro] Hold up, cause we balling See us coming down looking
highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at