The trees are spinning oxygen They're the rockets we should fear If we go and let 'em off then we will disappear Yeah, we will disappear, surely, we will
And on my way to the club I fell down a hole All the people there Said, "You come along" And I, I just wanna be Darlin', with you The music's made that
rime avec condoléances Personne ne parle du tank club Tank - des cakes au détail Tank - pour masquer des cobayes Tank - des cakes au détail Tank
mouth The nigga that'll tear the club up Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin or slangin Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the
ne parle du tank club tank des cakes au detail tank pour masquer des cobayes tank des cakes au detail tank you can try!!! personne ne parle du tank club
: And on the way to the club I fell down a hole all the people there said you come along(?) and I, I just wanna be, Darling' with you the music's made
: The trees are spinning oxygen they're the rockets we should fear if we go and let 'em off then we will disappear yeah we will disappear surely we will
The trees are spinning oxygen they're the rockets we should fear if we go and let 'em off then we will disappear yeah we will disappear surely we will
And on the way to the club I fell down a hole all the people there said you come along(?) and I, I just wanna be, Darling' with you the music's made
storm drain running rampant just stamp it And send it to somebody who?s pretending to care Just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks Learn how
I gots to bring that fi-fi, nigga you die Fuckin with that 404, won't say no more, I beat that raw ho Who keeps the club crunk? See I just don't give
nach Frischfleisch, denn selbst der kleinste Pimpf wei?: Die meisten hei?en Katzen fangt man immer noch am Fischteich. Erst full ich die Wasserflasche auf, dann tanke
Frischfleisch Denn selbst der kleinste Pimpf wei?: Die meisten hei?en Katzen fangt man immer noch am Fischteich HEINEMANN: Erst full' ich die Wasserflasche aus, dann tank
the law And sick and tired of seein nigga's flossin, put it down real 'til I'm in my coffin Scrape a lape, can't get me bent. Nigga this tank don't run
war Jahrelang Tanken- Husseln, Ganja puffen, Fantaflaschen mit wei?em Rum mischen. Jetzt ist alles anders: Dis ist witzlos, ich flipp immernoch auf Alk im Club
