ll do all that I can We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn 'Bout the power of love
learn of the power of love We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn of the power of love
Tradução: Air Supply. El Poder del Amor.
things before I conform To the popular belief about where I was born Are they still illin', still killin' poppin' the corn? How's the horn, how's the love
: (feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized
fuck walked in here? Where my crew at? Wave your shit in the air Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you And jam above, show muthaphuckin' love
love it without big beetles trying to sell him sunflower seeds by the bucket might of, tugboat for the boxcutter above those ashes without hot air balloons
where you belong Feel the power in your dreams Vision in your sight Nothing's dark as it may seem We can make it right CHORUS I have faith In your love
the purest love, I give you mine All that we must be, is everything we see (chorus) Our love, has brought us both together And it's our love that will
the day when Cooley was High Hustle big like Butch in the Y B I We did it n' died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo wind pipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized
Yo, the bare facts make 'em take flight like Air Max Hyperdermix raps share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man, supply fire to wax, push your wigs
The rhymes are raw, protected by the Jericho wall With surface permutation of the permafrost We thought close support from the Navy Carriers and Air Force
[Inspectah Deck] Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max Hyperdermix raps, share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man supply fire to wax
the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
