all I could give you a call I could give you something fine to compare yourself to My eyes begin to ache in the cold electric light There are no windows in this room
Traduction: L'Église. Dans cette salle.
baked from that shake Yeah you can't f--- with this you're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis but the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a f---
[Talking] This some quick shit, check You're a herb and uh, it's like this ("Ya better ask somebody") [Verse 1] You're a herb, if you say you dig all
ripping the track, djs are enjoying it "Cutting it up, and completely destroying it" Ambidextrous, yo you must be on a deathwish Stepping to this, I'm
than this no it doesn?t get better than this But it did, it did, oh it did Just when I start thinking its as good as it can get This crazy life does
my motel room But he ain?t singin? Girl in white outside a church in June But the church bells they ain?t ringin? I?m sittin? here in this bar tonight
reason I do music and grime is so one day I can provide for you. Daddy tells me to come church but I ain't listening, 'Cos to me that's a room full of
The church bells ring out morning glory When summer bends to the winter's rage Emily walks through the cemetery Passed a dog in an unmarked grave The
I want to hear the pealing bells Of distant churches sing But most of all please free me From this aching metal ring And open out this cage towards
write rhymes Walk with me reminice my life So then we moved up I thought I was the Fresh Prince Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded With 3 beds this
write rhymes walk with me reminice my life So then we moved up I thought I was the Fresh Prince Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded With 3 beds this
pray no-one sees ya (this time) be careful of the things that you do say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few this is my chance to shout it
mean? (etc., etc., etc.) JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON s expensive advice CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER: This is the
the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER'S Special Presentation) sings to us of the trials and tribulations of garage- band husbandry. JOE: It wasn't very large There was just enough room
One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!! (Lauryn Hill) Well as an infant I was born into religion My mother called me back - this brother
