Lyrics:
to hate
ain't nothing change but the women and the living is great
nowadays they got a ????
I don't fly but keep a plane close by in case
Living on the side
Of Primrose Hill
Drinking cans of Tennants
Just can't seem to get my fill
Got a beat up guitar
And a dirty old sleeping
wanting
Tell me when u want it
Tell me how it is u want it
Now I'm sounding like Dru Hill
The way u got me talking
You say u wasted time
And u say u
rhyme
I'm in the hall like aaron puffing l's all day
First command mister keep the fat broads away
Fresh fly, ogc be the best by
Puff lai with my nigga
diggity No dought
Sleepin in my bed so wie Dru Hill
This How We Do it doin it
I got 5 on it, Luniz du bist, crazy und loco
Sag mir wie du es willst - Kci
the hill you wanna die on
I guess you ain't learned that lesson yet
This bed of nails you really lie on
Poison in your heart you can't forget
I saw God down
the wheel
Boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it
the boss
And I say I'm better off when really we both know I'm lost
Every time I lay in bed at night by myself while I toss
And turn my life all around even
through a shaft of light
At the top of the stair the heritage glare, family like new
By my bed your face it smiles framed in the gilted wood
But guilt it
suits to ya
I’ll go leather jacket Usher "My Boo" to ya
Baby girl you’re picture perfect I’ll zoom to ya
In a different city girl get flewed to ya
Give
the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
overgrown, with not even the station chair
It's hard to believe our old home is now nowhere
By the next summer the cancer had spread
Here I lie alone in my
nas-ta-wi a-pa-rat,
Bo sfru-nê-³y siê ptasz-ki dla od-by-cia na-rad:
Po pier-wsze w..spra-wie,
Co œwi-tem pisz-czy w..tra-wie?
Po dru-gie gdzie siê
I said I wake up in the morning
Break it down and roll it
All I smoke is potent all I all I smoke is potent
Baby I be focused
You might catch
the fence
The mold holding it all together, the weight of the wood
The wind blowing in its direction
The rain pouring down the hill was too much for
ripping
Baby girl do you ever listen
And I need you by my side
And I need you tonight
Oh why?
Every night I go back to the hills where the city lights glow
ain't running out of luck
Lately I don't give a fuck
In the hills we live it up
I don't know what to do so I double up my cup
Man that shit is not enough
the dreams of people in bed sleepin'
Come on and vibe with Bamboo on this ride
Let the music cling to your body like cat hair
Come on and chill with us up
fight to be Jews
Did come to these hills with me
On my death bed your leader I'll name
'Tis Judah, the Macabee
My name is Judah, the Macabee
By the name
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
the Air
(Yeah Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear)
Spiel mir etwas Dru Hill, während ich mit meiner Crew chill'
Und du siehst, wie sich dieser
drinkin' lappin' water like a dog
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed sleepin' like a log
Tomorrow he'll see bear tracks seven intches wide
And by sundown he'll be
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