my own hands to take us to the moon I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy I'm crazy for
qualified service personnel" Let this be the epitaph for my heart Cupid put too much poison in the dart This is the epitaph for my heart Because it's
Fido, your leash is too long You go where you don?t belong You?ve been digging in the rubble Gettin? bitches in trouble Fido, your leash is too long
Should time allow us to describe our prowess It would be quite hard to overrate For we are the king of the boudoir old thing And the king doesn't like
go dancing There'll be time enough for talking in the home, my love There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead You will have a velvet pillow for
recitin' I've come to enlighten black and white to the meaningless fightin' Clash of the titans ain't right And it's wrong so the song reflects For too
, I'm a cool dude Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the
masters wont leave us Your not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
400 screen video editing with hard evidence Imagine being fined over a rhyme for steppin' over the line? When I inspired Hova and Nas Recite 33 3's 33 times For
go against your sick army The casualties of war from faculties that fall The folklore turns real in a street assault Soldiers dying in the killing fields This a rap song
recitin I've come to enlighten black and white to the meaningless fightin Clash of the titans ain't right and it's wrong so the song reflects for too
I'm a cool dude Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the ball
Preklad: Pole. Song pre odbory.
Our masters wont leave us Your not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
won't leave us You're not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
Got so sad the day She done too much And though I had the same She done too much And it's a bad, bad feeling that you get When you get so lonely
parents had their hard times fifty years ago When they stood out in these empty fields, in dust as deep as snow And all this trouble in our fields