Lyrics:
bom bom
Tori pe aye gb'ege
Oya shey you hear hear
Won dalo sin mi kin wa sing in mourn
My brother givers never lack
We report this so you dey hear me
bom bom
Tori pe aye gb'ege
Oya shey you hear hear
Won dalo sin mi kin wa sing in mourn
My brother givers never lack
We report this so you dey hear me
checked the weather report
than why the fuck are we driving north,
You know we're heading into the storm,
to finish what we started
Just give me
Cabin crew, cross check report please
Du grundar med taxfreesprit
Rio de Janeiro, djungel och strand
Nya älskare och sambadans
Vaknar långt
call the popo Popo
I want to report a murder case Murder
Somebody call the popo on my baby oh
One man down on the love highway oh no
Kini ma shey oh omo
πιούμε καφέ
Να πιούμε καφέ
Κάνε report για να το ρίξεις κι αυτό όπως το bosses
Βγάζεις κομμάτια μα τα masters ανήκουν στην OffBeat
Όσα αδέρφια είχες
area
and the fire alarms not working again
Please, everybody with a conference period
Report there immediately
Be sure to bring a trash can filled
to pour (pour)
Now out through that back door
Dare you write a report, I done it before
When these back-ends on back-ends (back-ends on back-ends)
and Refugees
A Journalistic Toe Tag
Drunk on tragedy
Outrage and blasphemy
Dollar short, War Report
The madness and the malady
Bullets in a black dress
Jut like Malcolm in the Middle
That was big when I was little
Oh. this box is haunting me
I can't throw it away
School reports and birthdays cards
pattern wey I never know
Make you tell me make I do the needful
Life is too short baby report
Make na me and you be our life support
I don't wanna be
could hear me now if you could hear me somehow
if you could hear the thoughts that i'm spinnin'
that time is short
by any report
and there's more to do
know all da ravers dem
U.K. to Jamaica to America to Asia to Africa, Europe
We original party raver
So I wanna see all the instagrammers report
I've completely lost it
Tossing and turning, yearning for more
Dirt on the floor, foot through the door, search and report
Serpent of war, smoked out
Our memories won't be lost
The king's own, dispatch reports
He bled for Lord Strathcona's horse
A battlefield in Panjwayi,
Is where my body lay
I'm only
to live with 'til I'm under the ground
And I will save it for my deathbed like I'm reading a vow
Or a police report, feels like a poem somehow
It's all
mouse
The coroner report say he simply signed out oh
And I know
Y'all wanna see a wino bring the wine out
Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch
tellin half of the truth
And its character assassination
and I'm the one who has to face them
the second hand reports from others
the guarded lines
standing on the wall, I need y'all to report to the dance floor
Top quality productions, baby
(Bet I can make you move)
Get out ya chair, get
hands in the air (oi, oi, oi)
Ladies and gentlemen
Party people report to the floor
Big Ali, New York City (yes)
Lucenzo (yes) (Lucenzo)
Let's go
the first white dude to crash a Porsche
Even though my name's seen
That shit's invisible compared to James Dean
My report wouldn't be history
Make sure
her
Shaking my world
To all the ladies
Report to floor
Show me what you got
Give me more
Go
Shorty shakes my world
You should see her
gets an A up on his report card
A nice kid who's so smart
Seem like when they threw me in Special Ed it got more hard
Every year the cycle repeats
swallowed in
Riders of the storm given life to Jim Morrison
Coroners report dead walking around the corodor
A common law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
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