Lyrics:
Osun Ya Mi Ô
Osun sola ni fo mi
Osun Ya Mi Ô
Osun sola ni fo mi
Elou odô ja fun la yó
Jakunan yo ke rê
Elou odô ja fun la yó
Jakunan yo ke rê
Intro (F.O. & T.c.):
I wear my sunglasses at night,
So I can, so I can watch you and undress you with my eyes...
Verse #1 (F.O.):
Got a confession,
I've been putting up numbers
Thousands of nights I sleep
Billions sold
I don't get F.O.M.O
Hundreds of bands I spend in advance
How could I pass when
OAK to LGA
In the HOU
They know I don't play
Everybody pay attention
So y'all know this
Cause we got a new dance
And it go like this
Who the F-O
Batidas na porta da frente
ƒ o tempo
Eu bebo um pouquinho
Pra ter argumento
Mas fico sem jeito calado, ele ri
Ele zomba do quanto eu chorei
Porque
can't breathe
C.P.R.
I can't breathe
C.P.R.
I can't breathe
F.O.P. is an M.O.B.
F.O.P. is an M.O.B.
F.O.P. is an M.O.B.
F.O.P. is an M.O.B.
Baby, please
press go/Wh
why you acking like you aint impress fo/O see why you
listen to the press tho/I I aint finna splain my life
up on no larry king/Cause when I
o'n dun
N'she lo bere sin' fo soke
O'n fo, o'n fo
N'she lo bere sin ju si ile
O'n ju, O'n jupapa
N'she lo bere sin fo soke
(Soke)
O'n fo, O'n fo
N'she
La f.o.i
Éloigne-nous de la folie
Il nous faut du cash, plus de iébi
La f.o.i
Éloignes-nous de la folie
Il nous faut du cash, plus de iébi
Quelques
Laurent Garnier, Special, Pascal F.E.O.S.
Gary D., Scotty, Gizmo and to all DJs all over the world
Hyper, hyper
Sit there
Be good
Bye-bye
La d y y o u 'v e b e e n c r y i n g f o r s u c h a
l o n g t i m e
L a t e l y I 'v e b e e n d r e a m i n g o f
c h i l d r e n
Wiesz o czy mówię
Takie kawałki nawijałem wtedy
F.I.O.D.O.R
Hardcore
Przestawiam na ON działa mój mikrofon
Reprezentuje skład Gib Gibon
Szlachetny
A E B7
PARA NÃO VIRAR MINHA REFEIÇÃO
E
SOU REI DOS ARES
F#
O ÁS DO VOO
A
QUANDO ACHO A CAÇA
B7
EU NÃO PERDOO
E
ENCHERGO AO LONGE
F
Verse #1 (F.O.):
How far do we go? I sit and think about my life,
Seems time moves on... I thought I had time to get it right,
Is anybody out there?
Tunnels leading to empty rooms
Skeptics think it's a doctored photo
Of a U.F.O
You're wasting your breath on life after death
Cause I'm almost sure
lowo kii fo
Awo ti a fi le o lowo kii f'aya
Sebi 'wo l'alamo to mo mi
Onise o ni je k'ise Oun b'aje o
Mo f'aye e mi fun o o
F'aye mi dara ire
F
emi o fọ, emi o fọ o
Yah Baba
Iwọ lo le gba mi Baba
Mo fẹ trabaye wọ kaba
Ẹlẹda ma jẹ ki n kalas, ki n kalas
Forget ẹ ọmọ gbagbe yẹn
More
Intro (F.O.):
Whoa... Whoa... Whoa...
Whoa... Whoa... Whoa... Whoa...
Verse #1 (F.O.):
Chillin at the crib...
Phone to dry, scrolling contacts, I
Baí sunn indé ba gel a gné
Ní fil indiu acht 'na chrú fó chré
O vos omnes qui transitis per viam
O vos omnes qui transitis per viam
aNd wE fLEw oVer tHe sUN uNTIl oUr wingS cAUGht On fiRE aNd oUr HEARTs iN GASoLIne iT meaNs everYTHInG anD everythinG gEt The WhEEl leT’s gO f
Stomp stomp stomp
We are the Milkmen
The fucking Milkmen
We are the Milkmen
Stomp stomp stomp
We are not F.O.D.
We are not Little Gentlemen
We are not
Owo oluwa n be lori aye mi oooo
O n gbe mi fo
O n gbe mi sare
Owo oluwa n be lori aye mi oooo
O n gbe mi fo
O n gbe mi sare
Chant
The hand
what is democracy to us
The people
Gone Missing
The murders
The killings
We need our freedom
We need our freedom
F r e e d o m
Freedom
F r e e d o m
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