Program director on the radio, won't play my record Until the caller tell him so Program director on the radio, won't play no music Until the caller tell
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller tell him so Program director on the radio won't play no music until the caller tell
Just another night, another bar, another town I was talking to myself though the guys were all around Then she walked up started dancing on the bar I
I am a cineomatographer (x4) And I walked away from New York City And I walked away from everything that's good And I walked away from everything I leaned
Bookey, feds dem ah move spookey Verse 1 Mi ah drive in from grange hill with a pound of di marijuana Police pull me over, Step to mi car Officer wah
Art house director, art house director we lost magic light until tomorrow night art house director, art house director make the waters part into an empty
Canteen culture colouring the view From Hendon to Eltham not following the clue Corruption instruction the life blood of the blue The whole of the barrel
Nobody needs to tell no sign of taste, no fear, no smell a sort of clash you won't expect in slow-mo no show, no flow, you know you're acting like
You're directing me, your eyes focus like a microscope. Get the cuts you need, eyes focus like a microscope. Go steady with me, I know it turns you off
Bis zuletzt war ich mir nicht sicher Bis zuletzt hab ich alles gegeben Lag stramm wie Eichenholz und voller Stolz vor'm Tresen Von Anfang an war ich mir
(feat. Dillinger) Why do you have to force yourself with power and control Why do you have to live your life playing up a role Intimidating people
Ma'am I'm sorry to bother you today But I'm looking for a boy named Ray You know I got a warrent for his arrest And they told me this is where he stayz
Baby, I'm out the door (I'm about to make you the star of the show) Let your emotions soar (off to a place you ain't never been before) Like when Miles
Los papeles se amontonan en mi mesa de trabajo, harta estoy de partirme los cuernos contra folios y legajos. Voy a mandarlo todo al infierno, no quiero
(iTunes bonus track e AdamOfficial Bonus track) You run away from everything that you fear So afraid ya don?t wanna be a part of it You see the fake
Never judge a book by its cover It's always better to discover The fake Rolex on my arm Is no match for my sweet charm Now you will discover That
if i'm going out i want to take with me (a month of golden sundays) if we're going out should we bring a map? or should we lose ourselves in meaning