and trees Where, where is the town? Now, it's nothin' but flowers The highways and cars Were sacrificed for agriculture I thought that we'd start over But
Übersetzung: Clerks II Soundtrack. Talking Heads - (nichts als) Blumen.
Übersetzung: Guster. Nothing But) Flowers (Talking Heads Cover.
Übersetzung: Talking Heads. (Nothing But) Flowers.
20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing
flowing they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you ain't
That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing
you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you. If you really believe that, You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose. From fixtures and
Now you know that we ain't into that rappin back and forth on no song Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about but you on that hoe shit There
: I had a beautiful, beautiful time The drives and the talks were amazing The kind of friend, I thought I'd never find I had a beautiful, beautiful time
do to switch this Used to be about the money not the business But times change so I modify the tactics Update the flow but still commit lyrical backflips
know I'm fucking up my lungs My liver ain't 'bout shit From all the weed And all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit [2 guys talking] Man, if it was
nothing but some cash (let's go) [Chorus: 50 Cent] Who run it? You know, you acting like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon'
Your flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter Sway & Tech heard me flow
that's the way I felt Had this body not a big deal, but it helped I mean this nigga had some shit wit' him And every time I tried to talk He grabbed
: [Intro: (guy talking)] Good evening. Police, do not try to adjust your radios. There is nothing wrong. We have takin control over this city as to
Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bourgie, he big-headed Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give
the ceiling, bitch I'm in the building I'm a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her) Money talk so don't say nothing unless you talk business A 100
