Ah yeah, it's your boy Drag-on and I'm back, feel me. come on come on uh oh you in trouble you been messin them boys now you in trouble back back get
Übersetzung: Drag-On. Ärger.
: [From "Muscle Of Love" Album (1973)] What a drag it is These gold lame jeans Is this the coolest way To get through your teens Well, I cut my hair
: What a drag it is These gold lame jeans Is this the coolest way To get through your teens Well, I cut my hair With a rib teht it was in I looked like
ve got it bad But what?s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag. I?ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train If you
closets in my head where dirty things are kept That never see the light of day I want to drag them out, go for a walk Just to see the look that?s on your
turned and ran To turn you from a playboy into a man [Chorus] You couldn't see that the juvenile things you do Would drag you down and now that the joke's on
ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life but Everlast might die tonight, haha Fat boy murdered on wax
away from misery Man I tried so hard I'll always be a victim of these streets It ain't my fault cause I Try to get away but trouble follows me And still
: [Drag-On] Uh, come on Uh, uh, uh, come on Come on, come on When Drag finger foreman I don't ever wanna get off Skip three, count to ten Ref. Griffin
little do you think of beauty Isn't it a shame what-ho Maybe you should go get your parents And make all your troubles go There she stood in drag Looking
: Where'd you learn to trouble me with words It's never gonna work like that Will you slow down and Take a deep dark breath Face me now you devils of
monsters last Hollow Girl, I wish you better Hollow Girl , Forever She started off as being passive Wish I knew the bats she would go on to produce on
all because it hurts sometimes you know it's gonna bleed sometimes hold on you know it's gonna hurt sometimes when you call me Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
t see it that way in '94 this is the real no time for play play betta believe the playas on the loot need to get they head screwed on tight when it really
get me, And like a bullet through a flock of doves... To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life...will never be the same. On your mother
they're playing all night long So go and fill your brown bag and put on all your clean rags Let's go downtown and see what's going on You take me
of the brightest of nights Come to me you'll be free of the trouble life can be Into hell I will send your lost soul I will drag you into darkness So
