I can to get you And when I saw you with another I was sad I was blue I was missing you You make me miss the past An' I want you back Yeah I want you
glock 'n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing
forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma F I
with a pistol so I'll probably miss Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone I take my last breath Its
your hair in the moonlight Your brown eyes - good-bye, goodnight I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you I should -- no! Another time -
birthstar invention To break free from this evil mad society I was mentioned I be creeping with the intention Don't lie to me I'm dope, I scope stuff I
come up to me And like "man I want some pushing and shit" I wanna hear about you, where you from, where you been So I say... [Verse 1: Bliss] I sprouted
yesterday will not be our tomorrow. Escape the past, erase this memory. Let these words transpose our future, we wont be silenced. Scream in harmony.
the dusted human life scrolls into the past sphinx climb to the peak of the mountain top as an elder in the cave he gave you yet another missing
man, hata hata hataz hataz hatin this song song, n if I had a wish I would teach the world to be a thug in harmony (thug in harmony) every Bone get up
'n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n, This perfect getaway, From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences, Rippin' up the trench and, I'm bailing
wheel Feelin' that shit Come in another respective Recollective were the past we missed it My family, I'm left out on my damn knee But I've got God Tell
that wheel Feelin' that shit Come in another respective Recollective were the past we missed it My family, I'm left out on my damn knee But I've got God
I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma-f-i
birthstar invention I was mentioned I be creeping with the intention To break free from this evil mad society Don't lie to me I'm dope, I scope stuff I
I was mentioned I be creeping with the intention To break free from this evil mad society Don't lie to me I'm dope, I scope stuff I like to telescope
e i tuoi tipi sono ostaggi incatenati da baci, abbracci, torturati da decine di messaggi in segreteria, stare insieme a te e stata una parodia di un romanzo rosa Harmony
