ll take your body On a mistery tour The clock upon your wall Is tickin' slower and slower Time disappears And I go lower and lower I know your final fantasy
left arm is possessed So I broke it at first, and then I went and confessed But they put me in a home, my arm still wouldn't leave me alone Finally had
arm is possessed, so i broke it at first and then I went to confessed but they put me in a home my arm still wouldn't leave me alone, finally had to chew
to measure it Phyllis: Till this day I don't know what he's talking about . . . FZ: Do it again. Phyllis: That Tishman. That Minnesota Tishman . . . What a guy . . . 4
On est grave pas des re-sta alors grave pas mon vail-tra. [x4] Sers toi de ton graveur pour faire Des copies de Final Fantasy VII Ou des skeuds de starlettes
wit my clic on da beach, remember when you walked by, eye locked on ya cheeks you just smile, i ran for a few yards and finally caught up with, the opening
to the East Coast to the North and to the South [4X] [Verse 1: 6 Feet] I can see by the look in your eyes you were caught by surprise, when you finally
hit you with the Mac and four 9's Then later sit back and blow pine like it's somethin' to do It ain't pretty, the Final Fantasy, they think they livin
in ridicule (save us) Save us from this masquerade of lies A fallen fortress sees him beneath starless skies Subsiding deeper - the final farewell in
I can hear is this sound. All I can hear is All I can hear is All I can hear is this sound, yeah. Yeah well 10-4 10-4 Yes he's at the front door Telling
and embarrass urself But u shouldn put down u should merit urself That just mean u not a punk I like tha lonliest monk Hest tha wallpaper on mI computer I luv final fantasy
reaching out to expand my mind No more echoes and reflections The future is now I am the first in line [2.] Because I am alone Here with my fantasies
not with me) Well, I'm finally gettin' paid 'cause I'm up in the game and that's why many go wild (Unless you got that proper fee) [4-Zone:] I could
't know what he's talking about . . . FZ: Do it again. Phyllis: That Tishman. That Minnesota Tishman . . . What a guy . . . [4:22] Guy From Alabama:
playin' You're trippin' of what I'm sayin' That's why you steady payin' hoe You know, I gotta go... [Verse 4: Km.G] You see, the finally show trick
