?Ne senti troppe andare storte chiodi dentro porte non credi al sesto senso ma vedi persone morte e la legge del piu forte cane mangia cane se stanotte
Pour une heure pour la vie Wooh oh oh oh Et quel que soit le tempo Wooh oh oh oh Corps a corps peau contre peau On sexe nos sens Jusqu?au bout d?la folie
aujourd'hui je reste la a me demander pourquoi t'es partit comme un coup de vent dans les bras d'un accident qui aurait cru ca je te parle meme si t
pour autant. Une autre ville le meme decor, il y a seulement les noms qui change. Je m'ennuis de pouvoir toucher ton corps, tous ca c'est encore etrange. Je sens
like I need to tell someone, anyone who'll listen And that's where I seem to fuck up Yeah, I forget about the consequences For a minute there I lose my senses
, no I don't mind calling your baby mine, yeah And I'll pay the bills, you can spend your dough at will, yeah And it don't make sense 'cause you know
accomplishment Like when my people understood their prominence And my past life visions of the continent Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
lies and I got proof, the proof is you What'chu gonna do when your covers blown And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and Karma comes to get'cha? Karmas
I can feel it in the air My spider senses is tinglin' Feel somethin', got my radars up Somethin' goin' on, I feel funny Can't tell me nuttin' different
it's just a lesson I can't grasp So what's really the best that I could do To hope to see you every year or two And the things you said Do they still make sense
' And it's life so fast, the lights keep flickerin' What goes around comes back and that's the karma truth I log onto my closet, that shit is karma loop
Old rocking chair It beckons you like a junkie's needle Start thinking feeble Cowardly lion The special today is karma yoga Glued to the sofa Where
pamper you With this hand trick gambit, open handed Edible panties, no need for the hamper We can spread out on the floor like Pampers Chantin? Karma
's like I need to tell someone anyone who'll listen And that's where I seem to fuck up, yeah I forget about the consequences, for a minute there I lose my senses
the washing machine. If this is some sign or something can no one tell me what it means. It's all a game it's all a game with players with wierd sense
In the jungle of the senses Tinker Bell and Jack The Ripper Love has no meaning not where they come from But we know pleasure is not that simple Very
the dawning or just chill few time barriers can't help the whispers of I do but you see through my proper test got me making game faces in London we say lacing you making sense
