era, let it go End the era of control End the era, turn it off Reach the ones who aren't lost Should be the end of an era An era of monopoly Should
First she took him to town But the reason for this was not found And before he even wanted to cry She said: summer days go by Next she showed him around
't doin' numbers like Amazon but I'm here, and I'm revered Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin' Donnie Diggy CRS fool Carrera Era
play on, play on, play on Ohh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that
[INTRO] Get money people Do what you do, We was born to lose, but built to win, ya dig? Yeah? Reagan Era. [CHORUS] These are the days of our lives, Like
fiends in wheelchairs stare Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era He's finished for the
variations [K-Ci, JoJo] Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste is as fine as gravy The way you move that
gli amici suoi fu cosi che lui penso di rimanere fermo li fino a che non passera quella paura e tutta quella oscurita Nel castello c'era allegria e si
in her face and I can smell shes mine because she back her apple bottom up on my prime and then the pineapple juice come out fine She drink it like its
'em If you have dreams they can be achieved never give up Look at me once a convicted felon Once addicted to sellin' The substance which corrupted many men in my era
) Di sentimento che non sanno avere fine Di mille dolori dei tanti amori da dire Di come era ieri e di come sara alla fine You got to feel it , you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes, ooh Each time n' time and era see And the old school jams are bumpin' in the G's We gonna hear the li'l harmony
classic crack era met [Incomprehensible] BT is not black on the Rap City You got a contract to kill me, motherfucker that's fine 'Cuz there's a contract
' buck soft Now my green stackin' You'll never say my team's second If it's beef, we got lose cannons like Gene Hackman He jus' fine, it's Magno, the
your crib The nigga that'll burn you where you live The Landcruiser snatcher The coop-filter King smoker The nine toter, the glock cocker, the fine chopper
Bible arm on social hell Spins its downward spiral With each year of unprogression A fine of failure is added Closer than ever to the edge A feat in
now I'll be just fine Don't you know, don't you know now that I'm back on my own Just let me go for now I'll be just fine Don't you know, don't you know
..." Non c'era ballo, non festa mio signore, non c'eran neppure boschi... Filava Melis, al fuso un filo fine Filava Melis, al fuso un filo fine [Lyrics