Even though I lose it sometimes you bring it back I?m ready Immerse myself spend my time searching for this something its right in front of me when
I don?t bite I don?t fight I don?t care to corrupt To give all Then pull back And leave me chasing for months on Be all good Be all nice Just
We're doing well just now, you know Bobbin' along like a couple of boats in the sunshine Just happy to watch the world go by And it's feelings like this
Even though I lose it sometimes you bring it back I?m ready Immerse myself spend my time searching for this something its right in front of me
: It's mind blowing, that we get to be god's ambassadors man, so we hyped about that, we krunked, we amped. [Verse 1:] Yeah we amped up, repping the
: I be that short temper high style rhyme bringer Life style got wild similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin? out my dream Cypress
: [Intro] * "Say what?" scratched repeatedly * [Sen Dog] I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers
: Dad was a real party animal. He loved to go at the pub and have a singsong with his mates and drink as much stout as possible. All of his cronies used
Say what? Say what? Say what? I be that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin
Q-Tip: Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated, You love
To all the lowriders and big-riders Lowride, what happened in the car, yo? F'real, let a nigga Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin'
Get up For real Come on What, what, what, what A hard time if your motion is still Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill Abstract,
The man amplifier Has everything but desire Is a robot when he should Never tires, ever good And we're singing Parallel sympathy with you Skin to metal
Well it got my goat For heaven's sake! What? A-Ha! See something's come over The people around here They never leave their comfor zone What? A-ha! They
Merkst Du, was ich merke? wenn ich den output verstarke jeder geschlossene Raum ist ein Sarg als Text der kein Behalter Sarg sein mag schreib ich mich
Step in the club with my air force ones In the back of my bub, I got Air Force drones Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up Fake buckin' if you
