Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique Let's trace the hints and check the file Let see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so
Double oh seven is back Double oh seven is back Double oh seven is back I don't stress my day 'cause it's best to parlay I guess you could say I've been
We have a random on the west side Personality malfunction He says, "I can't give you anything at all Just a room with a bad view of you" He sent a letter
Hey Mr. Soundman, could you turn me up I don't know you name But you don't know me either You lie to your friends And I'll lie to mine Let's not lie to
*chorus* "mmm mm mm, ain't that something? " "damn it feels good to see people up on it" (repeat 4x) Lord finesse in effect cause
There was a time I call before When all I knew was what I saw The keeper of a major key I lived in a town called liberty I worked hard To give you all
Listen to me, I know what I'm saying But Lord it don't come easy To admit that I was wrong, it took me far too long I counted on you, to give me a reason
It doesn't take a genius To tell me what I am Or lecture me with poetry And tell me that I can I don't remember What happened yesterday But I don't give
How can I ever forget you You don't know just what I've been through The holiday we spent together Lives with me now and forever I tried but I can't
Nothing in this world Can touch the music that I heard When I woke up this morning It put the sun into my life It cut my heartbeat with a knife It was
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very much appreciate it (Yes indeed) If you add a tad bit more mids And a little more lows to the mic
[Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis] [Instrumental]
We have a random on the west side Personality malfunction He says I can't give you anything at all Just a room with a bad view of you You sent a letter
About 700 days and ways inside this changing mind is failing twisiting turning eyes are burning and nothings working are we failing? talking cheaply
Something you once told me, No regrets no wasted efforts, I'm left in the wake of your returning glory. You look so confident in your decision, Or the
[1st Verse] You're the one nigga Who's a dumb nigga And a bum nigga You're a slum nigga Better run nigga When I come nigga With a gun nigga You're a
Chichichi non perdono, ma ancora tu non sai chi sono sono l'ultimo arrivato. . . e spero tu abbia realizzato . . . chi sono sono . . . Thg. . . e ogni
Ho suonato il terzo assolo nell'ultimo pezzo dei Matia Bazar Ho lasciato la chitarra e risparmiato poi mi sono aperto un bar Io lavoro allo sportello