Partire insieme ed esser tanti la luce e quella da davanti per settimane e settimane dividi il vino spezza il pane e dove andiamo cosa importa piu siamo
Scusi, lei ch'e pratico di queste parti io non devo andare in via ferrante aporti d'ovunque, ma non d'avanti a lui senta, guardi che non sto scherzando
soffitto quando stringevi lacrime e parole? sono forse cavalli fra le onde le lunghe ombre di chi fa l'amore di chi fa l'amore... E' nel sette dei dadi
Well I've been a losin' gambler Just throwin' snake eyes Love ain't got me downhearted I know up around the corner lies My fool's paradise In just
You ain't been thinkin' this through, now have ya? The last thing you need is the thing that you keep coming back to The memories still fresh in your
Mira come estas How you do, you know my crew? LB fam, well, well You know me my man no doubt We gets down LB fam status Niggas they be buggin', who the
It's for the ghetto For the ghetto for the ghetto, yeah It's for the ghetto man it's for the ghetto, yeah It's for the ghetto it's for the ghetto, yeah
She got a roof that don't leak When the rain pouring down She got a place I can sleep, y'all Oh, where I'm safe and sound She got a lock on the door
It's Flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all Me and my man was cruisin' through the streets And everything was flowin' nice the corner's crowded
[Music: Vestergaard - lyrics: Frolund] [Solo: Vestergaard] Do we know him well Can he truly tell Can he say he knows my name Does he know who to blame
Pocket full of money, got a big smile all on my face Boy, I can charm the diamonds right off the back of a rattlesnake But you've got me so confused,
Yo, look at all the scavengers, all wannabe contenders Dismember, wack niggaz I intend ta Y'all ain't shit but sticky shit on the bottom of Timber-lands
I am the dice man And I take a chance, huh Do you take a chance, huh? Where you two going? Where you two going? Is this a branch on the tree of showbusiness
(Dice) Juz' call me first born, you're my first love, You're my 1st kiss from up above. And I don't care if you don't give love back Coz' n my heart is
[sounds of a keyboard clicking] Okay, on this computer, gon' see what it do "Paul, you've got maaaaail" Let's see what new e-mails I've got [sample in
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Once I knowed a guitar picker, lived his life on wine and liquor Runnin' around in one of them new machines He was about the proudest feelin', wheelin
Statistically sorry For the last album we wrote Babababababababababa Sincerely sorry For missing the notes It was love They were loved And they promised