him as He looked up in the sky, For he saw the riders comin' hard And he heard their mournful cry: Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, Ghost riders in the sky
want you to know she got Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies
s prune juice Playin with guns till I say the someone to shoot loose Perfect circle like the group I used to groove to Top of the Capital A because I work hard Makin the band
grinding away You try to be righteous You try to do good But business as usual Turns your heart into wood Monuments to arrogance reach for the sky Our
like fangs Her fetish is lil Wayne I?m bombin like Hussein But I?m that fire Now swallow my butane Residing on a plane The sky is my domain I?m in and
, pour vider une bombe lacrymonege a un CRS Pour une petite gaterie, pour manger un mafe, charger les batteries On a les crocs de la cons' et on boit le sky
us all So we can ball At Thugs Mansion [Chorus] (There ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced
open up the sky look into my eyes and see the dialation Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man embedded in our souls it breaths out from this band
sky look into my eyes and see the dialating Omaha Stylee is the s--- we come with man embedded in our souls it breaths out from this band we always knew
Scotia Down in the dark of the Cumberland mine There's blood on the coal, and the miners lie In roads that never saw sun or sky Roads that never saw sun nor sky
be the tele' Is there anybody calling Is anybody home Anybody home 'body home Anybody home Bono: "Just drums." She likes it Little bit of sky Locked in the ocean Bitty bitty sky
where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
. I'm still sleeping, Dreaming for the band to play. I can hear it, yeah, I can feel it in my soul, Like a rocket In the sky. It's a beautiful
at the sky Innersexual circuits are cruising without fear All inviting you for partytiming here That's the start of the new sensation.. ...dig that band
birds in the sky Jehovah made this whole joint for you Carolina And isn't it so wonderful to be alive So original in her black lipstick Listening to some obscure band
here tonight My hands are tied and I?ve been rolling the dice My legs are broken, I ain?t up for a fight I make it rain from an empty sky If you just
