was living for a dream, loving for the moment Taking on the world, that was just my style Now I look in to your eyes I can see forever, the search is over
you I was living for a dream, loving for a moment Taking on the world, that was just my style Now I look into your eyes, I can see forever The search is over
Traduction: Survivants. Recherche est terminée.
Traduction: Survivants. The Search Is Over.
Traduction: 40 Year Old Virgin Soundtrack. Survivant - recherche est terminée.
want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life [Z-Ro] Ain't shit changed, my life is
[2Pac] Searching for Black Jesus Oh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean? (Black Jesus; you can be Christian Baptist, Jehovah Witness) Straight tatted
the prelude Bust in, talkin bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool? Where in the hell is the search warrant? No feedback is what he uttered
sighting up And through reasoning dem biding up, Searching for the sign and the sign is us, Searching for the truth all you find is us, Searching for the troops still behind is
you hear this wasted cry, Life is over you (Mummy come back 'cause the water's all gone) But you've seen who's in heaven. Is there anyone in hell (Mummy
oppressed Did they ever see the red light? Over and over Scene by scene Like a recurring nightmare haunting my dreams. How could you prepare For what would happen next? The search
to crash] She can't stop pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes a village This she knows is true They're expecting
me wish I had a little less mileage on me but do I ever come up in discussion over double pump latte?s and low fat muffin?s, do I? Or is missing what
It always put me on the edge To think of all the spoilt lives Today I'm one step further Not sure if I've survived myself Reality is sometimes stranger
It's cheap wine and sorrow Times is hard to swallow In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words from the Bible and use them for survival gangs rival Signs
What a gwaan professor We must get over - we mass get over Fi the ghetto youth I know it Nothing a change Everything remain the Same 'Cuz the ghetto
