Traduction: Casino. La poussière est allé voler.
apostrophe S us, forever bust Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts [Hook] [Eightball] Yeah man.. Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying
forget you only get what you give Four a.m. we ran a miracle mile were flat broke but hey we do it in style The bad rich God's flying in for your trial
The flying horse carries me across the sky Triumvirate swallows make our breath Can we grow a sun A water run The Great White Water? Every slum an ox
Angels gonna die, yeah, Rusty Angels they can't fly, Rusty Angels gonna die, gonna die. The gifts you bring are fire, and your dreams they turned to dust, Your flying
'm slipping through. Hold me Lord, hold me Lord, Hold me tight, I beg of you. I'm cruising through Jerusalem, dust is flying everywhere. I'm dodging
will turn us into statues, eventually We got by, though we never needed much A sliver of hope, no diamond rings We got high, it was heaven it was hell Flying
sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh. Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' I've been flying
bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens it was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines Is a
Spread your wings Flying over frozen mountains Crystal rivers and geizer fountains Drifting above China's Mystic Forest Float with the breeze and cross
just to question this life This human life illusion? Can we reach reality? Are we ghosts? Are we ghosts?.... Dust in the wind? It's time for redemption! When you're flying
pray At the casket before them laid And the Virgin of Guadalupe Watches over de la Cruz As the heat poured down on the field below The lead came a-flying
mouths (intelligent mouths) on Larry King with religious doubts While the rabbi and minister fuss (while they got fuss) Shit, another one bites the dust (another one bites the dust
water leaves, Free relief is always offered from the great O.D. Standing seven feet tall my toupee huge tree, Is lovely smells so fruity I'm fucking hoopy, Flying
could I relate The story was quite clear Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin' Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying
little box With a golden key And a flying fish Will set me free Soon this space will be too small All my veins and bones Will be burned to dust
a little box with a golden key And a flying fish will set me free Soon this space will be too small All my veins and bones Will be burned to dust You
