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Mad for the mic, waitin in a rage And wanna chill, for real
Growing up, coming back I'm talking 'bout secrets Jeannie - nastrowie damoi - Jeannie - Schiwago - Nastasia - Nastasia Mon verre securit eclate en petites,
Me lastima pensar que s+-lo quede tu amistad.
Ho fatto scalo a Grado
E mi sogno i sognatori che aspettano la primavera
Across the water deep and black
Tell me something girl,
Get out, just shut up, get out, yeah, shut up
We escape slacks, the government help and welfare
Without a voice
can I get five dollars
And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
In the future now
It's so far away
fuel the bed to keep you warm
my goods be right, I Suge all Knight, twenty-four like
Poor you, you'll never know your charms,
kjesaren har samma namn
Hands against the wheel
On the Jersey Shore
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Everybody goes through this
With a bucket on her head
Feel my way, blind in the mire
It's the price you have to pay
Looking for a Virgin with nice breath...
But the road was rough