in your arms for always for always Our love is swollen Made of the quietest shade of loud Holds me like an anchor Floats just like a cloud Our love is swollen
Tradução: Doblado. Hinchado.
crawlin out, talk to me {Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)} I said Busta (What's up son?) Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on) They asses is swollen
crawlin out, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell] + (Busta Rhymes) I said Busta (What's up son?) Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on) They asses is swollen
to me [Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)] I said Busta (What's up son?) Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on) They asses is swollen (And
s like I'm in a dream and the greens the cause of it [Madchild] It gets intense, stick of incense, roll that/hit that shit to get bent. Smoke and I feel
, images of line versus crane Walking around with feathers in my mane King of the hill, for the way I'm bringing the kill Back to the damned, action bent
how many heavy dosages before we blow your brain you recognize my size and the wickets in the sofa theres a high percentage that you get bent by the
leaves in my backyard Baby venom spit flame Eat lightning and throw thunder You could feel my pain I'm the hurricane hunter Madchild's the barbarian bent
bandit skimmed and branded (gunshots) smoke clears im the last man standin god blessed me with a gift, im so grateful bent out of shape but i still stay
September came My ribcage bent They saw me there Bruised and beaten from my wars My eyes were swollen from the fall But there I learned that you can?t
rather stay bent We do the pink, the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sauce you know I'd rather stay, rather stay bent Yeah yeah, I'd rather stay bent
rollin' Rawhide! Rollin', rollin', rollin' Though the streams are swollen Keep them dogies rollin' Rawhide! Rain and wind and weather Hell-bent
corner, Not knowing what I've done, I was lost in the darkness, But blinded by the sun, My broken back is stiff and swollen and bruised, My broken back is stiff and swollen
rollin' Though the streams are swollen Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide Through rain and wind and weather Hell bent for leather Wishin' my gal was by
can't be spoken " The whirlwind crackles and I hear the rustle of shackles From the stockade door bursts merlin His eyes red, and swollen, like
wrath consumes all that would stand in their path. G: AT DEATH DOOR The new day is dawning they start counting the dead, The hard swollen bellies of
The new day is dawning they start counting the dead, The hard swollen bellies of the children not fed, Their land dry and parched still they pray for