la tua scuola di demolizione lo fai tutti intorno a quello straccio se lo vuoi indossare lo fai il tuo stile collo-corda ce lo vuoi insegnare? lo
aprire la tua scuola di demolizione lo fai tutti intorno a quello straccio se lo vuoi indossare lo fai il tuo stile collo-corda ce lo vuoi insegnare? lo
So you walked with me for a while Bared your naked soul And you told me of your plan How you would never let them know In the morning of the night You
Oh, bruh, I got some muthafuckin' goons And the will do whatever the fuck I say do, bruh Got goons that do whatever I say Got four young niggas that
Stop making the eyes at me And I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me Is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders
I'll never be the same Guys have lost their meaning for me I'll never be the same Nothing's what it once used to be And when the song birds that sing
Oh! Cee-Lo, you ready to rock wit Timbo? (Yeah) Oh! Let's go boy A T L, talk to em Lo How could I possibly, be inconspicuous When my flow is fuckin'
Well now then Mardy Bum I've see your frown And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun And it goes off And out come all these words Oh there's a
Ask if we can have six in, if not we'll have to have 2 You're coming up our end aren't you? So I'll get one with you Oh won't he let us have six in? especially
Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's that
Up rolled the riot van And sparked excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid They got a chase last
Anticipation has the habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there?ll be some love Tonight there?ll be a ruckus, yeah
I?ve seen your eyes as they fix on me, what is he doing? What on earth?s the plan? Has he got one? You better give me some pointers Since you are the
One look sends it coursing through the veins oh how the feeling races Back up to their brains to form expressions on there stupid faces They don't want
Oh it's ever so funny ?Cause I don?t think you?re special I don?t think you?re cool You?re just probably alright But under these lights you look beautiful
Get on your dancin' shoes There's one thing on your mind Hopin' they?re lookin' for you Sure you'll be rummagin' through Oh and the shit, shock, horror
So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong So that she had to roam the streets She don't do major credit cards I doubt she does receipts It's
Fake tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys
