(by Led Zeppelin) Vers 1: You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin' I'm gonna say it, yeah, go back to schoolin' Way down inside, honey, you need it! I
(originally by Led Zeppelin feat. Chris Cornell) You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin', I'm gonna send you back to schoolin', Way down inside honey
-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift at least six inches, above project
...and as I was following the trail of blood in the snow, it led me further and further into a forest, that seemed to be beckoning me. The winterland
(Led Zeppelin) You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin', I'm gonna send you back to schoolin', Way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you
night, night of retribution A persona not right, blood of pollution He was the day, day of solution Shaped like clay, he was led astray I WOULD DIE
[Originally by Led Zeppelin] You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin', I'm gonna send you back to schoolin', Way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna
assumptions, lead led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches above project
am like the needle And you a Black Sabbath, too paranoid On the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd If writing is a weapon, all my gun shoots is Led
Here's a weird tale of madness About what happened to me I led a life full of luxury Till I broke down on my knees Cadillacs and furcoats A mansion by
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches
The second I saw you What was important wasn't important no more Love will do that Love will do that Made the ole moon burn brighter, led to all-nighters
walked into a confessional. I'm just an Audioslave on the run, in a SoundGarden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come. My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led
news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth, Goodly news do I bring, Bargy man! For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north Led by Kelly
m at peace Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast The Dahmer with melanin led '
everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch
of good And throw the deuces, I ain't Hollywood I come from the hood, I'm use to IT So if your rear view shaking And your seats vibrating Twenty-four inch
