Lyrics:
anytime
I pull up with my first ride
Ten toes I Dey my feet
If koti catch you
You remit
As we Dey push
We Dey move like
You Dey chop my meat
You no Wan remit Abiii
No no no, wait
You Dey chop my meat
You no Wan remit Abiii
Peace, get out
Vawulence, yes Sir, Report
With
óra elszállt, síromnak éje rémít,
síromnak éje rémít.
Hát meg kell halnom, bár úgy vágyom élni,
úgy vágyom élni.
really are in quite a situation
Gargling foamy spit
Your throat is violently slit
These symptoms won't remit
You're forced to choke on it
Your heaving
Remit
Remit the signal
The flood is coming down
I can't hold it back
I can't see her
I can't even breathe
Even breathe
Breathe
As steps forth such a man
To loose and bind in God
The slacker and sojourner
R. to beautify
The shining and the squalid and their heavy burdens
To remit
te laisseras-tu
Te laisseras-tu mouri'
L'une apporte un emplâtre
L'autre de la charpie, Carabi
On lui banda la jambe
Et le bras lui remit, Carabi
it (Keep it)
I don't need it back, you keep it
They want me on the remix
So you can keep that work, that's remit
(Remit)
I think she wants me to jeet
iPhone give it just conphone
Really just conphone pad, why?
Look at people's home and look at handstand
Don't you see you give me sta-sa-za re-Mit
Just
Must sift your affairs
Must frame up a material girl
Wild fires, you must remit
Can't stand the smoke, pull
The sheets down low,
Rope up your
to remit and to redeem
To go back, to go where there's no hurt or anger there
To find the song that you once could sing
Where there is hope there is
Snow was enough
Let them eat it
Little thing that was a good remit
Oh, you're just a genial pomade faker
In the background was our perfect love
Insistèrent pour qu'il revînt
Sur sa décision mais en vain.
L'ayant astiquée, il remit
Sur pied sa vieille anatomie,
Et tout pimpant, tout satisfait,
the fever
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Do you remit?
Loud and clear-cle-cle-cle-clear
the fever
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Do you remit?
Loud and clear-cle-cle-cle-clear
the fever
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Pop, pop, pop muzik
Do you remit?
Loud and clear-cle-cle-cle-clear
Winter than white, but the robots buy it
They clap and cheer
Kudos to bask in the belly of the beast
Procreation of the wicked
Gifted remits
of the temple
Bread of my hunger
Water of divine health
God of this land and in heaven
His praise I remit
I owe it all to(you)
I owe it all to(you)
(Come on real
on s'aimait un peu, beaucoup
L'un après l'autre, en place, il remit les pétales
La veille encore, on aurait crié au scandale
On lui aurait tordu le cou
Il
Insistèrent pour qu'il revînt
Sur sa décision mais en vain
L'ayant astiquée, il remit
Sur pied sa vieille anatomie
Et tout pimpant, tout satisfait
Prit
to remit and to redeem
To go back, to go where there's no hurt or anger there
To find the song that you once could sing
Where there is hope there is
can't help but hear rhymes
Fat cash for nowt but soon it's out my remit
I'm about to graduate but I don't wanna leave it
Probably work out better for me
Oíp mècso tsè ùqnocal rínifid
Al rèttem sídani dróit Iahai
Enói zàre disnóci dopít nussen
Etnè inití remit non
Atín gídàù tàlera tsè plàcassop
Íla míe
Where are your gods?
Foul cancers of your creation
So on you march
Gorging from the trough of hatred
Remit of silence
Your self is lost
Conjoin
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