at the Northern Star I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere He's so cold he will ruin the world tonight All the angels kneel into the Northern Lights
starin' at the Northern Star I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere He's so cold, he will ruin the world tonight All the angels kneel into the Northern
Traduction: Hole. Northern Star (Live).
Traduction: Hole. Northern Star.
staring at the Northern Star I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere He's so cold he will ruin the world tonight All the angels kneel into the Northern
staring at the northern star I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere He's so cold he will ruin the world tonight all the angels kneel into the northern lights
[Confessor] [Produced by Confessor.] [Recorded at Reflection Studios, North Carolina January 1992] I'm looking through a hole in the sky I'm seeing
break and children stare there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven and there were so many fewer questions when stars
up my midland up north troops Any playas in my face come up with a bruise Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star Dizzee
my soul Which has no weight, constant rotate at a slow rate Through the black hole, purple rainbows in Kuwait Destination, operation, alternation of the sun Circuit stars
We walked away wit 18 and a bigger score Some nigga named Salvator from El Salvador Got silver teeth and a star on his jaw Young Antonio Montana Held up mansion North
to my children running around here Talking about how nice is they ice That they've already paid for twice What karat is they gold That was yours before you were done in the hole
'm from Mars Got two more planets to go and then I'm on my way to the stars Oh no, there I go through the ozone layer hole Where the men are the men and
out of my way when I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Like a ghost
another day Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes
'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The northern lights
