Lyrics:
sellin' their
Everyone sayin' they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Lord, save these
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
1, 2, 1-2-3-4
Oh yes, Am a traveling man
No place to call my own
I travel on the wind, Blow home
Sing you a song
Give it up
Cant go back
Leave the air
Theres Nothing moore to share
Closing down
Cant go back now
No more breathing
Heart is pumping
Its
Empty on love
She got patch eyes
Patch eyes
Little less lies
Moore tears
She got patch
Eyes
She got patch eyes
Lets lie
Lets lie
Lets try to see
Lets
Feel like Billy H Saeko
In this shit
Meet my bitch in Heather Moore
See her never more
Bye bye locked in basement
See you on vacation
Leave you dead
So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jassie Jackson
Pay your child suport, keep your payments up
Put
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Love, l-l-love, l-l-love
How you love to hate me
Kinda sad that you always been like that
See me making waves and you don't like that
Driving
catching my
breat catching
my breath
and i diving once moore
i could see some gold
in the bottom
i could make some score
score
i diving real deep
real deep
i
- kevin moore
Reaching
Too far away
Distance control
No contact today
Waiting
Empty again
Leaving me here
Is there no end?
Transcend!
Wait for me
Trzyha
Widzę słyszę ich oni się z nas śmieją
Nie rozumieją że te sprawy istnieją
Że te rzeczy się dzieją naprawdę tu
C. Z. Ł. O. W. I. E. K. U
To nie są
L.A., can't believe we fell in love in the city of L.A.
L.A., it's the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
L.A., L.A., L.A.
We fell in love in
inna your what's it not
I could rock longer, but fair is fair
So C. Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah)
C. Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah)
Makin'
Mmm
Woo, Ooh
Yeah
Ugh, Huh, Look
Don't you want a Dickey Ride
Don't you want a Dickey Ride
Dickey Ride, Dickey Ride
D. I. C. K. E. Y
Ride I
Ride,
When suddenly you you sight
Someone for whom you yearn
Ca c'est l'amour
And when to your delight
She loves you in return
Ca c'est l
that youve shoved down my throat
or are you just pleased to see me
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium
And all those people who
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
New York city space ship
On a Moonlight mass
Tall black coffee everything is outclassed
The benchwarming brother just kills for a gas
When the L
that surrounds you
And I want you to know it’s a wonderful world
Written by The Fource 2022
R. Kramer, C. Villalobos, J. Catalano, J. Petti, L. Donichy,
La Canzone di Marinella
(De André/De André)
This song was released by Licha & Friends with the authorization of
Edizioni Leonardi - Milano
C. 1968
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
give you chance oh oh oh oh oh
Izz L. A. oh
Izz L. le le le
Izz L. A oh
Ye ba
Paranormal dj on the instrumental
On the … ye ba
helps me, makes me, work rest and play
I never eat my dinner
I push away the plate
You can see I'm getting thinner
Because I just can't wait
There was a thick-set man with frog-eyes was standing at the door
And a little bald man with wing-nuts ears was waiting in the car
Well, Robert Moore
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