d'fumee par l'zen. Qu'on m'epargne toute psychologie, un faux depart, une victoire, laisse-moi faire mon apologie. Parti de zero, sans toucher ni crack, ni heroine, black
camp.) I believe that Satan has ahold of you I believe that the Lord God has sent me here And I believe that in 1978 God changed His mind about black
I'm back at it Freeze Still the juvenile at 400 degrees Lil girls still fallin out I'm still ballin Crawlin out the hottes b's on these ATL streets From the garden
I'm staying here Yeah, I know that now, that is why I'm staying here Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed Leave the garden tools in that rusted
. When the planets will align. There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun and those little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black
right when the planets will align, there'll be no planets to align, just the carcass of the sun, and little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black
I'm staying here. Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here. Leave the secret tops on the trundle bed. Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed
to find a way Mary J. Blige: To bring some understanding here today Justin Timberlake ('NSYNC): Barricades can't block our way Darren Hayes (Savage Garden
their precious blood bind me Lord, as I stand before your fiery light Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li I see you Mary in the garden In the garden of a thousand
'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make And what once seemed black
my house from barley rice Green pepper walls and water ice Tables of paper wood, windows of light And everything emptying into white. A simple garden
down to the garden, On a long hot summer's day. To watch that girl he would hide in the shadows, As she worked the time away, With her long black hair
we've got to find a way Mary J. Blige: To bring some understanding here today N'Sync: Barricades can't block our way Darren Hayes (Savage Garden):
Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas The Ballers dem a Ball Angola like Atlanta A pure plane take off Bush Gardens inna Mali Chicago inna
i just don't belong ... So far away from the garden we love She is what moves in the soul of a dove Soon i shall see just how black was my night When
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