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(Feat. Sissel Kyrkjebo) [CHORUS: SISSEL] "Fly on the wings of the wind to the homeland, our home song where we sang freely loving where me and you felt
the homies the past calling me And you know what I discovered what they keep saying keep your mind and your money, ? it's a ? bust Chorus(???) He is the Prince Igor
Warren G top dog patrollin the beach, Niggaz say they as hard as bitch, But they're as soft as a peach, Claimin the G of all G's, Please, I come blowin
If you listen closely you will hear a story about a garage with a band A diabolical man with a plan Phil, Ted, Lucas and Jorge Struggle to be a band But
Hogs Mr. Pogs With a big, big, big, big, big, big, big hat. He's got a big, big plan For a big, big band with a big, big, big, big, big, big, big garage
I'll tell you bout a fragile foreign place where life exists without form or shape sit down, turn around and welcome to dimension 2X^2 hahhaha! matter
Earth can stop at the feet of the pale reflection of the birth and maybe apples caught the notion. The kingdoms pass through the breeze when you finally
Hey we have found it the Ultimate Tuh now in 2X^2 CHORUS: We fuh-ed it, we nyeh-ed it the ultimate tuh! heat the shadows blend and glow together their
Finally back and at home in Amaris We land in the future and history passed us The cogs have all stopped turning now. The sun is now setting on ruins
Checked our wallets, socks, and shoes and looked for the answer scoured the desert and sailed the oceans we checked a sietch we asked a priest the dali
I'm on a murderous rampage (Pog's goin' down) I've got Pogs' on the ground (Cogs slowin' down) I'll kill those Horsechips (Chips in the mulch) Now I see
