Korea pants Korea pants Korea pants Korea pants They are cool They are fun The look good on any nun Korea pants Korea pants Korea pants Korea pants
come to hate? I'm just so sick of hate or maybe hate is sick of me But to judge me without knowing me is such a disgrace Ice Cube, Korea wants a word
(yo this is JYP on my voice god and the whole JYP famil~y yo hit man - "hello" we gotta make them sway~ come on come on) let's all dance to the
A ma mere qui m'a porte A tous ceux qui m'ont aide Et a la femme que j'aime A qui j'ai donne mon coeur A l'aube nouvelle du Grand-Est A l'orage et a la
I taste you much better Off teeth taste Of white skin on red leather Check the claws we got Night time, cavity, come in Downtown, Pony, Work your
Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood Vibes tug to run roam Lit by mission moonlight Kangas on that hillside You are my life And you
Some bread, you can get bargain-priced And every loaf you buy begins with a singular slice But you know it will go stale again Always does, its just a
we once knew When every home and every dam and so many, many people Were flattened to the ground by the things you had to do When Korea was just another
Kids today got problems Like their parents never had Neighborhoods are dangerous The public schools are bad At home there are distractions so irresistible
Disappeared along with choirs In the dark my shades are turning Down in the middle of the end I kept of talking to me and myself The way she's starring
He got the pizza and brew, sensational 20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many
I bombed Korea every night. My engine sang into the salty sky. I didn't know if I would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every
yesterday I put in a good 5 hours talking to the statues chased your memory all around the room didn't manage to catch you but I cleaned out the savings
did we never say hi? we never say hi or say goodbye but here we go into the sun to ride the waves of bark and light when we've made it up to the sun unpack
we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya! Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into Black Korea "I do fuck you!"
[Music:Tomas Haake, Fredrik Thordendal; Lyric:Tomas Haake] Melting hands, as in fear they've ruled but will not anymore Determination now only a coagulating
Burdens of grief that weigh against me Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch Your kinds heart now pines For whom the gods love dies young Wrapped