Here's a little song you can all join in with It's very simple and I hope it's new yeah Make your own words up if you want to Any old words that you think
. Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. The way it feels when it congeals, No traffic, in or out. Close your eyes. Tired eyes No traffic
blows from side to side Makes me settle for less This is the sin that makes me spin Away from righteousness I won't get stuck in a traffic jam Oh man
Übersetzung: Alle. Kein Traffic.
Übersetzung: Traffic. Sie können alle im Join.
blood. The way it feels when it congeals, Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud. Close your eyes. No traffic, in or out. Tired eyes No traffic
(Mason) Here's a little song you can all join in with It's very simple and I hope it's new Make your own words up if you want to Any old words that
All stand up, let me hear you say never say never All hands up, are you ready for the weekend? Are you ever All stand up, let me hear you say never say
m a hot boy, people know whats happening with me Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory I could do that, shit real round here Ask a nigga, all
how we do it [B.G.] Look, me and my clique all ex-drug addicts And we got big money spending habits All got trucks and cars made by caddy And all got
In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in I got it mapped up, it's planned all out I demand you denied, them lights goin all out I done scoped
: There's traffic in the sky and it doesn't seem to be getting much better theres kids playing games on the pavement drawing waves on the pavement shadows
's how it seems to me. Once again, back out on the highway. Watch the traffic-you know it's a Friday. And all the seats-belts in all the vans won't change
all away (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me) We came way too far pretty thing yeaaah To throw it all away, throw it all away baby Through all
hip"} [Big Syke] My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know
day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that
to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was
[Verse 1:] When I come up in the club with my nine, I'll be front from the hoes with my shine, tell shorty I don't do this all the time, but I'll buy