Lyrics:
of your wrist, pussy, come get it
AT&T my main line, my trap phone Cricket
Can't take it with me when I die, so I'm gon' spend it
My ho bitch need one
jardines, el sueño acabó
Ya no hay morsas
Ni tortugas
Un río de cabezas aplastadas por el mismo pie
Juegan cricket
Bajo la Luna
Estamos en la tierra
of charity
The winter must be in the house, soon
In the harms of night, a silence which even crickets don't dare profane
Repeated howls are heard
We walk
to the critics
They been chirping like some crickets
I admit it I was tripping
Now I'm back on you ****
They don't really want to see me win
But I'm swerve through
you sing.
On the mountain I’m always alone
Just crickets and goats hear my moan
One day I climb down into the valley
Where everything is green,
Sometimes late at night, I lie there and listen
To the sound of her heart beatin'
And the song the crickets are singin'
And I don't know what they're
Kuwait (Kuwait)
Berlin (Berlin)
Judy popped out Paul and Simon
George was a mechanic
Playing cricket on the green
Charles got a job with the council
times when I need it
Sometimes when we leave it unspoken I hear it
And hum in a melody
The crickets sing harmony
I've been running round looking for
light, and the headlights
The sound of the crickets, like a wave
I got one more mile to go
I know, tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes
I have a dream
I lay awake alone beside a stream
Frogs and crickets working as a team
To set the scene
The grass is green
There's a lake
Fog
This is where I'll live until I die
On this back road paradise
Crickets singing in the moonlight
The sound of a slow freight train rolling by
on Bacchus
Floating on, my old hits
Gang gang turn crickets
When the nights cold, no windchill
Been rolling, rolling, no windmill
Tryna stay on top of my
This is where I'll live until I die
On this back road paradise
Crickets singing in the moonlight
The sound of a slow freight train rolling by
pochetonné ou cello'
Prends ton truc et salut
Le chalumeau prend d'la place, place au briquet
Venez on va brûler quelques govs, j'ai un cricket les gars
a cricket bat
Spliff full of green with a bit of fag
I say, "Yo, DJ, where the riddims at?"
I want classics, champagne in plastic glasses
Gyaldem with
field of dreams
Taking over like thistle weeds
Where a farm used to be
My daddy says back in '69
It was old grain trucks and combines
Crickets
waving in the moonshine
It's a good time any time you come around
My little farm girl
You ain't afraid of a little dirt
A coyote howl or a cricket
Škrtám Cricket
Chlastali jsme jak za prohibice, yeah
Víno z krabice, yeah
Pálím palice, yeah
V drinku ovoce, yeah
Svítí ulice
Přijde mi, že
checken
Vielleicht irgendwann mal alt und grau
Meine tausend Enkel spielen Cricket vorm Orangenbaum
„Und was macht Opa?“ Der sitzt vor seinem Ferienhaus
the crickets or the river rollin' by
Her idea of heaven is a field of wild flowers growin'
She goes crazy for a Saturday night
She's as soft as cotton candy
steal a cricket bat
Smash some windows, make a noise
We will run with Dirty Boys
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
Put out my last cigarette for a while
As a symphony of crickets sing notes tonight
In the chorus I am deafened by the light
Of paying for my
Spitta bring the doja, tell F.A.B. bring the bitches
Young Q got the Guinness, if you thirsty then it's crickets
Diamonds flashing, they see us
fitted
Ich schau' mal, wo wir sind, Hombre, wicked
Ein Run nach dem andern wie beim Cricket
Gestern haben sie es noch belächelt
Heute hab'n es alle
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