куплет: Жопа иногда людей клюет на трон Колоколов перезвоны разгоняют вороны Линии белых птиц летят на юг Я думал враг передо мною А оказалось друг Двух
куплет: Хочешь играть с деньгами ? Играй, не робей ! Угощай выпивкой бляде. Ведь жизнь дорога ввысь Держись, не падай вниз Играют огни спиц Стаи серых
Wearin' old t-shirts and grubby jeans People say I look kinda odd Well, I'm never accepted in the social set 'cause they say that I'm a clod But once
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava What's your flava
You take your clothes off Right after school The tea is on The flame is blue And you hope it won't take All afternoon The TV's waiting To talk to you
Estaba sentado en un sillon Lejos de encontrar la solucion Que dificil es recordar Aquel instante en que te vi escapar Embrujado por tu libertad
Yeah, uh it's all good now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now, we out the hood now It's all good now We out the
Don't touch the rain without a raincoat Now what's up with my homies out there? Bitches straight carryin' diseases and you don't seem to care Don't control
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry The windows wide open, African trees Bent over backwards
Well you damaged the soul of my suit You pulled my love out by the roots But I'm not such a bad boy - oh no You ravished the runes of my tunes You
Baby, baby, I hate to go Don't leave me alone with this sorrow The body's heavy, the getting's slow Lost in moments, caught in moments The night is starless
Innocent victim filled up with pills Or so it would seem to the rumbler scene Her getaway sticks made contact with bricks Caught skating around, now it
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line, hangin' dry The window's wide open, African trees Bent over backwards
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one
Come come on Come on co come on The black suits comin The black suits comin I'm comin I'm comin I'm comin I'm comin I am the Man in black I'm back
Chorus Caw some gal a raffle up an a dip Me dem wah fi gi di jacket But mi nah go mine no pickney if me know a nuh me mek it Drop back dat an
(Parsons/Bators) bite on the hands that feed you one day they'll turn on you never trust those with power they'll take you for a fool take what you want
Hold your fire I'm coming out and I'll tell you the truth I was trying to raise my roof Did you see it That I needed to prove That my stinger always stays