tracks where there is no return. From where we have started there is nowhere left to go. Maybe it's time we crashed and burned. Maybe I'll be strong and
Preklad: Over It. Crash A Burn.
the tracks where there is no return. From where we have started there is nowhere left to go. Maybe it's time we crashed and burned. Maybe I'll be strong and
made her hips, it'd make her flip I prefer a lift of my chopsticks Oh stop it Let the dancer take money outta your pocket She can move it and drop it With her clothes on, it
you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking,
head back The big time is what you wanted The devil put the strap in your palm And now you got it And you shot it Chorus It's going down now
see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe
in the USA, and about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town
and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out And we went into a tailspin And crashed
Double-O, if you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top and lock the locks And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it Come get it, and while you'
Is it real son, is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw
on Live it up, all that we can give it We never stop, take it to the limit Live it up, all that we can give it We never stop, take it to the limit Turn
left of it Don't try to go to jail but if you do make the best of it If you crash into a bullet then it ain't no estimate It's a money-back guarantee
more I want more, I want more Friday night and we're just talking Stars are crashing in the sky Burning just for you and I We don't need to over think
you cry Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm going left Sorry about that, see like you I push the bucket I like to burn big, like, I've gotta
Crash, here it comes Is it nearly over? Flames, up in smoke That's the way it burns Every mother's son Knows he's going nowhere Brave and then broken
