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Übersetzung: The Go-Gos. (Remember) Walking In The Sand.
remember when it was Only for me Only for me Only for me Aint that how it's supposed to be Only for me Only for me Aint that how it's supposed to be
to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin
1:] [Diddy:] Are we living in vain... are we living in pain Girl remember my name... and whatever remains After we walk on white sand... let's travel
Oh where's mama? She's takin a little nap in the trunk Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind
his own Egypt on the top of the sand Then there's Yahweh Ben Yahweh, called down UFOs All these men the U.S. know It's like our mind deteriorated when
off the bullshit That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit [We are that bullshit] That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, that's the bullshit [Redman
's to blame Any judgment is blind Past the anger, beyond the shame There is peace of mind In time... And I know It's not safe too near the sun But I go
hard-headed, infamous song torture Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal There's
's the miracle Niggaz moms ex heads now turn spiritual Wanna preach to us talk about Christ And how fuck sand, how he could bring the beach to us That's
her you must go you can't stay here She said, "I know since the death blow My soul's been old like sand, I'm so tired It's like my spirit expired" Remember
That's the bullshit, the bullshit Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill
car seat Oh, where's mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell, da-da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin', it's
Little kisses and hugs Come get wit these thugs I'm tellin' you I'm livin' it up We can walk through the park, hold hands to it stop It's somethin' about
