when wrapped in cotton, I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart." Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers just have no kind of heart
cotton. I knew that sound too, it was the beating of the old man's heart. Man I'm tellin you, some mother fuckers just have no kind of heart man. Serious
Traduction: Atmosphère. Heart.
in cotton. I knew that sound too, it was the beating of the old man's heart. Man I'm tellin you, some mother fuckers just have no kind of heart man.
& Philip Bailey It was Saturday nite, the moon was bright Shining down, it's harvest light Music all around to hear, set the stage And atmosphere
come to make me strong Step right up, be a man You need faith to understand so we're saying for you to hear Keep your head in faith's atmosphere
McKay & Philip Bailey It was Saturday nite, the moon was bright Shining down, it's harvest light Music all around to hear, set the stage And atmosphere
alone changes come to make me strong Step right up, be a man You need faith to understand so we're saying for you to hear Keep your head in faith's atmosphere
and rock with me to the sweetest symphony your body pleads to feel the way it feels just trust me more than any heart you saw I'll give you all the love
Think I'll rename my heart, the calendar. 'Cause it'll surely know just when to end. And I've been looking at you through the telephone, as the photograph
(Judith? Judith?) (Can you hear me?) (Can you see me?) Life on a distant planet Another atmosphere Life on a distant planet So cold inside of here
Genetic drift double helix recombination I be, assisting de-ribonucleaic acids Fully incubated babies thought within synapses Basic pressure units atmospheres
Here's some mack shit [Twista] Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin
mind [Verse 1:] I could shed so many tears But I won't let you see me crying Now it all adds up (hey) Even the numbers (yea) Let me exactly hear (oh)
nights so bon vivant We dress our days in silken robes The money comes The money goes We know it's all a passing phase We light our lamps for atmosphere
