: Never get angry at stupid people Though I go crazy at the dullness of my life Sit and I stare through a dusty window An empty face stares back at me
: Instrumental
(Instrumental)
Never get angry at stupid people Though I go crazy at the dullness of my life Sit and I stare through a dusty window An empty face stares back at me
Instrumental
and me was on the main stem Foolin' around just me and him We decided we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street
bagno mentre in vasca mi ripiglio colazione mega splif nuova track altro sbadiglio. Parte dal tredici e la senti al piano zero spingo il suo piu street
cagliaritano se entriamo nel locale alzati dal divano non faccio brutto non guardo male ma se entro nel tuo club alzati dal divano prendo un cocktail e lo sorseggio piano
a murder trial Plus I seen it everyday, but signatured in cursive style Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim Pressure to pian
ever see it unfold in ya face nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste off wit cha fukin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze
niggaz, my hometown niggaz I get it good in your hood so slow down niggaz Watch the speed though, man, you better let ease off A street talk into a collision
(Play it for me) (Kick it!) (The mic men are back, okay) [DE LA SOUL:] Girls, girls, girls, girls, These girls I do adore Walking down the street watchin
we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never really get the chance Nearly froze to death on Oxford Street Now we
, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano
you walk in the streets and when I . . . when I heard of these from, from talk from my, from my home here, my piano! Gilly: Huh, my piano . . . It's still
