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Spirit Of The West Home For A Rest

vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest Take me home The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits

Traduction: Spirit of the West. Accueil pour un repos.

Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.

I stand This old gas pump in my hand My boss don't like me, got a face like a weasel Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel Here come a big shot

gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo' Freelancing, trying to build a mansion

the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred

a big shot from the city V8 engine she runs so pretty Fill her up son, unleaded I need a full tank a gas where I'm headed Up in the front seat a pretty

back I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack She gave my spirit a disease called

a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a