slipping away Sometimes it feels like you don?t have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like you don?t have a body
Traduction: Transporter 2 BO. The Servant - le corps.
is slipping away Sometimes it feels like you don’t have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like you don’t have a body
and Serve-it Angle, I'm the next strangler Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight Hey what's that smell down there? Take that body and bag
yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Think about it, think about it Massage your body
Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle I'm the next strangler "Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!" "Hey what's that smell down there?" "Take that body
chorus: Boy You Know You Make Me Float Boy You Really Get Me High I Feel Like I'm On Dope Cause You You Serve Me On A Regular Boy We Need To Tie This
the now-name of light Enjoying this mutation: Orgasmic feeling for a loss of reason... May...seconds be hours ! May...my flight be higher ! My body'
the one you need I just wanna be the one to serve you Sometimes I feel as if I don't deserve you I cherish every moment that we share Lickin' body like
by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body
you ghost We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas [Hook] [R.C.] It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada And a bitch serve
degrees in a spin Verbs all your silly mortal g-g-grin Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters Take control of your body like the farmer's
Third, Dirty Third [Z-Ro] 24/7 and around the clock, I'ma keep My fingas around the glock, when I bust I be giving no mercy for no damn body That's
and gripping, on my gun Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting No Longer, serving fiends, I'm serving
I'm right back heavy on beer Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy Please God forgive your servant
