Lyrics:
Baby she is
Just a friend
Nothing romantic going on
Your buggin there you go again
Accusing me of foolish games
You say I'm out here in the streets
Shes coffee in the morning
Fresh air and cigarettes
The smell of fire burning
cnd a sidewalk when its wet
She's romantic and disarming
I'd follow
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
So，my fate is to tame every wild beast,
所以啊，我的命运就是为了驯服每一头野兽，
Do you feel the riddle in my flame?
你感受到我火焰里的秘密了吗？
Run away？maybe you can,
逃跑？也许你可以吧，
In
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land
In the city with the boys, Jack Quaid
'Bout to ball out, I just got paid
Four guys, and we all look fly
Going wild for the night, got the ice looking
Leaving by the morning
Vibe in the shadow land
Seeing all the bodies
I was lost in the heaven gates
Leaving by the morning
Star's high wo
Leaving by
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
rhythm, girl
I've got the rocking drive
Hear the call of the wild, yeah
The call of the wild
Out for a love drive
In this hot summer night
Just
from cfrica land,
Hit, whipped, piled on the slaveship.
Jah Jah pull me out of this nightmare, Jah Jah pull me out of this nightmare,
Four hundreds years
in with the river
Like a moccasin
Like a moccasin
In the wild this is your river
Her body snakes through the land
She has been here forever
Holding
Wild in these streets (yeah)
Wild in these streets (get 'em)
Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)
Wild in these streets
the way that you sound (Sound)
Can we go another round? (Round)
You got cake by the pound (Pound)
I'm tryna take you down
In the land of lust, the land
to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!
This is the place where the cops rush in
and corona
Sallie Mae can cut her bread in many different ways
But who am I to say
Young nigga still in the hood so I pray for the days by the turn of a page
lined the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's
the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I
this! look here, 'mr. potato-head', what's the meaning of all this? do you realize what you're asking my replica to do? do you expect him
Iterally fall in
This is a literary work
In which special intensity is given
To the expressions of feelings
And ideas by the use of distinctive
Style and rhythm
I'm
of the living
Still in the land of the living
Thank God for the life I'm given
I'm still in the land of life
I'm still in this land of life
This morning I opened
You're going to see me go wild out in public
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
Bro! I get down, baby. I get down
I'm Clowning
I'm
again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
"The Comancheros are taking this land"
And then the Comancheros
again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
"The Comancheros are taking this land"
And then the Comancheros
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