Lyrics:
dreams
strong as a kick, loud as a gun
together we come , together we leave
Surrounded by cups over flow’n
here we are on the grave of broken dreams
Stage
see-n-eyes even notice me dawg
Cause I'm on, on, on and you ain't, so you hate
You say we family but shit it's getting hard to relate
You know it's relative
the fire...
(As time goes by), I know things are gonna change
(Between you and I), it could never ever ever be the same
(Runnin' from the fire) you'
Gimme one chance gimme one night)
Take me on a trip with you close to you
It should be so easy to forget you by now
Laisser du temps pour
Wine flowed in ashtrays,
Mea Culpa we cried,
Till the Balkan mob,
Took us for a ride.
He was stripped by force,
60 miles per hour,
Out
Let's get a bit acquainted
Hey, it's t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow
Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow
Oppi fjellet, oppi fjellet
Kan dere se han? Kan dere se han?
Se den kristne kjoter'n!
Deng ham opp! Deng ham opp!
Og om do noengang lukter kristenmanns
Asshole By Nature
[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
to hell
Hell or heaven - the same merry-go-round. Pieces of one puzzle - cut'n'paste.
Tell me, is this really the best way which you've found
While
rap tight I'd be the same man;
just alone last night
I'm knowin, you want to be up on it on me
cause it makes you
Nothing I can relate to, I'm here
the top
Of the cliff by the sea
She played her tapes of afghan wigs
?'cause that's the rock?n?roll she digs
It was all a fantasy
And when the night
singing a song I heard somewhere, called "Rock 'n' roll never forgets",
When my hummin' was smothered by a 46a and the scream of a low flying jet.
So I
I'm bored ... I don't know what to do ... I'm bored ... I don't have any money
I don't have a girlfriend ... and no boyfriend either, by the way
Gee,
Roger Creager, John Evans
I've heard stories about the 1950's.
Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's.
Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be
hina, hina ha mbomba
I came here from Limpopo
I came here for the solo
I came here on the N1, might? on the same one
Better get me airplay now, getting
on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company
around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go
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