Lyrics:
of ropes hang around me
Most of them are snakes
I don't wanna get bit again
But sometimes I do
You know how you tell good air from bad air
You breathe in
Fingers in the air
Like you really give a damn
Peace sign up
Lemme hear you say yeah
Power to the people
Put your hands in the air
Peace sign high
in the air
Like you really give a damn
Peace sign up
Lemme hear you say yeah
Power to the people
Put your hands in the air
Peace sign high
Like you
overhead is a Spitfire…
War Correspondent 2:
… takes the form of an all out air offensive against their forward positions and this attack is in progress
hung himself
richard hung himself
it happened just the other day
jesus come and pushed him off the shelf
he thought he'd find a better way
than
a piece of Russia
And a Piece of Germany
And give them to Poland again
I'll put together Yugoslavia and Czechoslovakia
And hope that is how they'll remain
a limit, he come from the hood
He losin' air, he losin' air
I don't give a fuck 'cause my shit is too good (yeah, Flo Milli shit)
This pussy should come
Put Your Feet In The Air
Put Your Feet In The Air
Put Your Feet In The Air
Put Your Feet In The Air
Feet In The air
Feet In The air
Feet In The air
Oh she said we got money
She think we got money
You got them bands
Hundreds
Throw it in the air
You got them bands
Hundreds
Throw it in the air
You
Intro: Worldwide yu see from yu a good fucka man mi want unno big up
Unno hood cah mi catash deh ya a wait fi unno man
Off di air mi wan one a unno
groans
The tank was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up crew
The churchman in his battered suit
Here comes old
Bad news
Bad bad news himself
Hate to be bearer of
Bad bad news
Here comes old
Bad news
Bad bad news himself
Hate to be bearer of
Bad
suck to be a fuck nigga
Ol' greedy ass nigga only thinking 'bout himself
They get the fame, then get the wealth
But people are struggling, who did you
then cry out His name. This will be a house of prayer when His words replace the air,” Jerusalem, the witness to the claim. Gives Himself away and takes
pas de Chrysler
C'est pas un lion dans la fosse, nan
C'est juste un gweron qui toast
Respire à fond l'air est pollué
En bas d'chez moi c'est la banlieue
the dough
The money gatz to show
No one give me loan
Because na all man for himself
And I'm grinding for the dough
The money gatz to show
No one give me loan
give a shit
So take another sip
Nother sip
No I don't give a shit
I'm falling under
Under
I'm falling under
Under
I'm falling under
Yo I'm falling under
snapback
I carry the game like backpacks
Old school, new school
Meshed give a nigga straight flashbacks
No credit so niggas ain't getting cashback
Get it,
Sipping on McDonald's house red
Ak sing like a castrati, woo
I have no morals or belief system
I have no spirituality or anything that gives my life
Hand me down a strong panacea,
One that's guaranteed to make me feel like Hercules,
There's flies everywhere, buzzing in the air,
Filling my body
finds he can't stop himself
And lost control now he belongs now to this lady
Because it "feels good"
And the mistake he made is critical
No more
Evil on the mind and blood splatter in the air
Lying on the pavement beating in despair
Cruel were the blows as they battered and impaired
He was
him to believe in the things
He did try hard, God forbid he should give in to pointless wandering
But he would wander from time to time
Seeking
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
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