shows up she'll get nuts on us I've almost forgot how it feels to be in this room again these walls are drowning me BUT I'M FEELING SO EXPENSIVE YOU
Traduction: Forest Of Souls. Cher.
Traduction: Âmes à zéro. Cher.
Traduction: Souls of Mischief. Cher.
freely; get a amen? The last days of the last days [Bizzy] Thats why I get high, that's why I get high I'm holdin on to my soul But nobody knows when
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicines too expensive
And in the face of every criminal Strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicines too expensive
read and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair we must stare, we must stare, we must stare we must take all of the medicines too expensive
have them standing in line to get their mind blown I'm selling soul Rapping and singing and screaming and yelling soul Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging, and e-mailing soul
I should draw a line on any fences If so to what extense if Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on
my arm These expensive things are just wearing me Cause nothing, even matters if my sun shines Trapped in, behind the clouds most of the time I finally see why the guard her soul
Lil' kim: Where's all mah soul sistas Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas Mya: Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista
do I brew the medicine to heal, a bit of verbals we had But yo' ideas of heal, is left the surface of it scabbed Navigations nearly took me on some cruise type expense
trying to become a pro but keep showing up apprentice mama probably would have done anything to prevent this cause every single time i break a board it gets expensive
Go li'l frigerator go Get away from my soul Li'l frigerator you're so cold She's calculated with the kiss of death Got a digital mind and expensive breath
Jesus She does raindances and she knows the score All the back alley banjo boys lie down and die on the floor Sewing stories for Romans on yellows and blues Expensive
the soul is infinity In dis ya human experience I see you putting up a fence But a nuh so the journey is meant Mankind that's an offense Enlightened souls
