Il primo della classe porta gli occhiali Il primo della classe c'ha gli stivali Il primo della classe e paraculato Il primo della classe e uno sfigato
Continui pensieri, diversi e confusi, ti rodono dentro Non ti lasciano dormire e pensi a lui Cerchi di capire dove hai sbagliato E sulle cose chiare
Scivolo sulla pelle tua, il fuoco nasce e cresce dentro me, brucia le distanze che adesso piccole appartengono a noi, e una melodia che al ritmo dell
Abbiamo una relazione anormale Basata sulla tua felicita Non ascolti mai le mie parole Dimmi come fai Io ti voglio solamente amare Io ti voglio solamente
E tu lo sai che correre distante senza di me Ti portera soltanto dove il sole non c'e E regnera il buio di cio che non sei, di cio che vorrai E chiederti
aussi facile ke dans les films la C pr la vrai la vengeance ne laisse pas infirme ki jou du gun meurt du gun tu t'fra kill en promenade en cavale tu
oh no), To try to kill the major, Where is my trigger, My minds a racer, (We sing this sad song) And that forest burned (You see smoke) That forest burned
to laugh He's smoking But ganja's not enough Mr. Clown is tryin' to get some fun He's drinking But this is not the solution Mr. Clown is smoking Mr. Clown
kill it, Bad ass boots Big ass caboose I'm tryin to get her drunk Take her to the telian goose Spark a fat ass blunt Put a talend in her Unplug the smoke
it for da luv of life A whole piece i aint never lied I put my weed hand in da sky I put my weed hand in da sky [V1:] The smokes killing off my lungs
(feat. Mad One, Mr. G) [Verse 1] (Mad One): Its a Limousine full of smoke - smoking big baby Going off the Hennessey and Coke - drinking big baby She
hey And surely... keep it coming, dance, keep your hands up Super cool stupid hat, heat refreshes from his feet and down to the shoes up Can you... like it, I could kill
Verse: Fabolous] You Niggas Are Comical, Who Me I'm Seven Digits Two Commacal On My Mama Fool I'm Getting This Money And That Kill'em They Looking At
pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound
niggas trying to get one chick, right? I'm trying to get two You know, two is always better than one, right? Yeah.. [Verse] I'm trying to kill two birds
still these MF Says they Philly MF But I only smoke dutches I don't feel these MF They gonna pull and shot what NO really MF you gonna run Probably pull you a killie
feeling myself A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing
