I came into this world to find a reason to live I came with nothing to give Nothing I could offer, nothing I could ever do Before You set the stars up
You wear light like a robe You stretch out the sky like a tent You make Your chariot of the clouds And You ride on the wings of the wind woah ho ho
the 2:48 lie get up start up strut up walk up put on your mask cause what they want to tell you is how they want to make models of you (models
Übersetzung: The Afters. Forty-two.
Übersetzung: Forty-two. Modern Day Mugging.
Übersetzung: Zwei Thirty Eight. Vierzig Stunden-Schritten.
I came into this world to find a reason to live I came with nothing to give Nothing I could offer, nothing I could ever do Before you set the stars up
42 pictures of you each one a different shade of blue. I know it seems that sometimes I don't care but 42 blue ribbons in your hair: each one for the
: Era fine dell'estate nel paesino senza eta' l'aria fredda riportava tutto il mondo alle citta' lui sempre la' in camicia seduto al suo caffe' parlava
not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
nigga locked down While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga [Chorus] [Verse Two:
shadow And paper plane will fly your way on golden wings of... Forty Forty Home So now you have caught me Your stocking said it all Played the game and won, two
em dream, most of 'em dream Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder I'm an under-forty
fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed
I can hardly wait to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me Make the frontpage primetime live on TV Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five
down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties
the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two
