Ooh Ooh Ooh In the endless sky we are the one In my dreams wolf and I Before the world you know was like it is I held the love and once and I was his
Never once an ocean could hold me on its shore standing calm with all its motion with all the movement of its flow cause I know way back in the distance
tous ceux qui me chauffent Comme un cataplasme je fais mon truc, j'en vis, J'n'ai qu'une envie, c'est d'y arriver Comme Marie-Jo Perec aux J.O., mec
n'ayez pas peur, c'est un gaffeur En colere, il crache par terre Mais n'ayez pas peur, c'est un bluffeur Et il dit "Ouais, c'est O.K." Il veut beaucoup
a un moteur de Mercedes " Aller goute moi ca mon fils tu te bars et je parie que tu te prends pour un menofils " MMM non merci " ET toi Jo " Non de
Hey bastardo; siamo ricercati in tutto il paese siamo sporchi, cattivi e la barba di un mese vivi o morti e lo stesso loro vogliono noi siamo nati a Sacramento
[Intro] New York, Put it on the flo'. New York, Put it on the flo'. (What!) (C'mon) Cali, Put it on the flo'. Cali, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it
I never knew my mother and the closest that I came Was a picture that my daddy showed to me When he held it in two calloused hands and told me son don
I am the spiders creepin', moonlight creature breathin' I am the fist that's beatin', I am the scum I am the demon freak, a monster I created I am the
It's just a thing with you A spacious place Infinite Dangerous Promising Black with white This night Years of tears, emotion Held like so... inside Autumn
Hey alright That killer's overpaid I never liked avenging angels How good are they? That killer's got it made Who's got the stones? Who's gonna be
I dreamt the red whale song Hold the moment strong Then the moment's gone I never can get enough Again without the words Again without the someone who
Undertow, you're thrown An old God has one bolt left In flight An aeroplane in slow motion While all around are dark days With all around unsure I'll
Even in the wreck house of a promise Even in the gem blow of an awe fist Everyone's an air flow through the blonde dirt Everyone's an asshole in the wonder
In light of my present mess In light of my mental weather's turn In light of all the crash and burn I'll open my mind as wide as ever The line behind
Two ripe for solar, tender rust Too unfortunate to wake up Not a problem, don't blame us In the warm of daylight's cunt In the black hole of cream and
