beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever
Traduction: Crash Test Dummies. Nous Trois Rois.
royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash But you
I aint concerned with other men with you now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now And I
her iPod She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash But she don't wanna talk about
one begins where the last one ends. Pick up where we left off and get smashed again. I’ll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz. Driving
or three screens watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king this
Cars crash through the streets The west end waves break city heats The east coast storms fill in the sky Winter weekends Cold, unbearable Lifes so terrible
rage Plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon Dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration Burning globe of oxy'n fire, like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing
. Well, that high tide's risin', Mama, don't you let me down. Pack up your suitcase, Mama, don't you make a sound. Now, it's king for king, Queen for
the wings To those condemned to act accordingly And wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings
Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone! As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown
One] Yo, I walk through brick walls Fuck around hijack your whole shoppin malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told, the remote control Crash
make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King
