a love song Don't get me wrong, this is a love song Don't get me wrong, this is a love song Don't get me wrong, this is a love song
Traduction: Sense Field. Love Song.
Mercy - not with those you'll harm Wrap your fingers 'round your sword... (And the ones we love will fall Like autumn leaves On these endless fields) ...
got more song, dig, check it Something you might like now all-star bound yeah your so sound cool as the blue water all around from a force field flashing
le show I am, somebody Sens l'atmosphere, la haute sphere, la sale rime Rho Yo, the bigger they are, the harder they fall I got some con's, that love songs
the rest of this mess Yes, yes, yes, it was thoroughly meaningless And if some dim bulb should say We were in love in some way Kick all his teeth in
accomplishment Like when my people understood their prominence And my past life visions of the continent Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
spooky stuff I like the lights and the uptempo tracks You're damn right I believe in love Because I've been in love and I've loved right back Bang,
'Cuz we got more song Something you might like now all star bound, yeah You're so sound cool as the blue water all around From a force field flashing
her last goodbye It was a song walk her over my shoulder Thinking about the moments and the things tat I told her Throught the swamp through the fields
gear (yeah) You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still You sense the rap but all the other rappers love the field I got the plaque but now I'm back
Mercy - not, with those you'll harm Wrap your fingers `round your sword... ( And the ones we love will fall Like autumn leaves On these endless fields
is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in your place, for your season And had the overfed dead but listened To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom
through a field one day I met a goat who stopped to say "I'll tell you a secret that will make you smile I'll sing you a song with a true sense of style
... yarn Crock, I'm falling in, sacrament, I Drink the conium from the altar Falling into the fields of silence... Concede with fear, the burning swan Song
