Übersetzung: Great Northern. Just A Dream.
Was I dreaming... Was I awake... Or did you come home Today... For the rest of my life... A little pity... For the rest of our lives... A little pitty
cloud 9 when you flying a plane Higher than a junkie on some crack cocaine Happier than a kid playing ball in the park And crawling up the wall like a
to Texas Eat rappers for breakfast, murder a beat Got peoples from Florida to Old Orchard Beach Up north, but of course I show up with a team Roll deep
back to you but you just smile and take my hand you've been there, you understand it's all part of a grander plan that is coming true every long lost dream
me I just can't see myself on the company line There's another season gone and lord I'm feeling strong Got to find a way to keep this dream dreaming
give it back to you but you just smile and take my hand you've been there, you understand its all part of a grander plan that is coming true every long lost dream
: Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat And a pale man walks in the threshold
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
a tangle down below I tried to remember everything he taught me so well I had to decide which way to go Was I alone or in a hunter's dream? ''cause
day came a squaw with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white
and on the streets. Bunny bunny wanted a rat tail, not a bushy cotton tail. Bunny bunny wanted to screech, like a rat, instead of a bunny. Bunny wanted
] I smoke a large portion for cheaper, my gun game sick like a cough and fever, niggas straight birds like a hawk and geizer, but they run on you like a
Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party Met a child molester in Worcester I need a
our plates, got a BJ while the DJ played Duel of the Fates. Life rules and it's great, they say I'm livin' a dream, now and then it's like a nightmare
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
but eager to please A lift, after all, is a lift Late moustache left us brusquely And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb Swung through a
