Lyrics:
the people that run um got um on a short leash
'Cause the people that run um got um on a short leash
'Cause the people that run um got um on a short leash
ndinene zoona
Umandi kometsetsa ohh weh
Ndinakusankula ndine mai mai mai
Ai siwe gong'a nso siwe osowa ohh weh
Ndimva kukomerera
I need you by my side,
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
just can't make it by ourself
It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
Maybe
I just hovered and my brother bent the gong
I start causing shit I wasn't meant to
I'll recover with another spell in song
I'm sunbaked
Sunbaked by
hook:I ran up a bag by my lonely I get it so I keep it on me I came in this world by my lonely but know Imma die for the homies it's smoke imma chief
of love
Whacks me right round the head
She's growling and stalking
And grabs from a pile
A book that she throws
And it's missed by a mile
I'm holding
pretty safe when the troops deploy
But don't turn your back on your house boy
When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong."
Well,
pretty safe when the troops deploy
But don't turn your back on your house boy
When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong
Well the sergeant
We just can't make it by ourself
It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-ay
Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-ay
Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-ay
The BNF has twenty thousand different drugs to take,
So we thought, “What
førsta gong
Komma sitta titta litt på
Sirkus det er sirkus i by'n
Sirkus o du herliga syn
Sirkus løp som et olja lyn
Til Sirkus Gomorra i by'n
The honeymoon suite
Is a sad scene
It's a gong show
It's a bad dream
It's a six bed dorm
Full of German teens
Tripping balls and venting spleens
our pathways awhile
[Chorus]
Come and sit by my side, if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
revólver dom,
Meu Alcorão,
Sempre num bom senso de Voltaire,
Sempre na caneta de pelé,
Nós varjão, nos gambé,
No spliff quero um doce fumo,
Um auto de fé vão
englar som hyrdingar såg
Den gong Jesus i krubba låg
Songen av englar er sæl
Songen av englar er sæl
Fred på jord frygd på jord
Jesusbarnet det er vår
mitgebracht
Der Blob, die freie Marktwirtschaft und Raupe Nimmersatt
Er zittert, fragt sich, wie es so weit kam. Da hört er ein Geräusch
Er dreht sich um und
Alles oder Nichts
Kuck, der Gong erweckt die Wut, wie der Part Adrenalin
Und der Beat pumpt das Blut durch die Adern wie Benzin
Fokussier dich wie
heime er,
so rom for deg du ikkje fær.
Um eg var rik, du skulde ut
forutan sut
og livet sjå, min snille gut.
Den mann som alltid heime låg
og ikkje
Månen lyser på himilrund.
Tusund av diamantar
glimar um grein i den frosne lund.
Bråkveikt blenkjande, strålerein
bivrar den glitring um kvist og grein.
So viel Lüt gönn mir täglich ufe Sack
Ich dänk mir eimol mehr, what the fuck
Denn vo däm Gelabber um mi ume
Platzt mir irgendwenn mol d Lunge
Mir
Glauben
Um zu fliegen brauch ich keinen Jibbit
Denn mir war schon immer klar Sky is not the Limit
Erweis mich als würdig als wäre ich Thor
Taktik im Kopf
You gotta walk that road alone
You gotta walk that lonely
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
A sight you surely must have spied by now
I admit that I
the earth strong
Give thanks to the first gong
Demand word like a bird song
I myself a word pun
Me gon tell ya bout the nation
Gravelicious men in them
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