you. I will never be afraid. You made me strong. All that I am. All that I do. All of my heart. You know its all for you. For the times we cried.
Übersetzung: Reise in den Süden. All That I Am.
you I will never be afraid You made me strong Chorus: All that I am All that I do All of my heart You know it's all for you For the times we cried After
fight for such unusable standards while weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South
naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a playa, got my struggle
I never realized But I was blind, I was blind I was blind, I was blind You saw the best for me But I never realized 'Cause I was blind Now I find you
you hate me If you want me, here I am Here I am, here I am Here I am, here I am Here I am, here I am Here I am, here I am Come and get me Come and get
my shadow, long after I am gone Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile? Well I
are blind Now I try to cry, laughing while I fly Avalanches of incredible presentiments Break walls where I left all reason behind I am like a bird flying south
we are all free. But your adventures are just beginning, for you are no ordinary gerbil Lemmiwinks, you are the gerbil king. All hail the gerbil king! Now that
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen What we like to do right here Well, first of all let me let you know who I am Well, I go by the name of
[Slug] They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look
map together that you promised you would follow with me. i too am scared, especially after you stole my strength and made it your own. but i am still
Pagodas, temples Her cunt gripped him Like a warm friendly hand. "It's all right. All your friends are here." When can I meet them? "After you've eaten" I
niggas And move niggas Am I wrong? Fools makin' songs Tryin' to sound like us Must we go on on that herone In the south I trust 'Till I'm out that bus
closed off by the great sphinctor. To escape, you must journey up to the dark reaches of the intestine and pass the stomach! Who am I? Just a friend.
