! What am I doing here? Is this the atmosphere that I feel? Is this the atmosfear? Is this the atmosphere that I need? Is this the atmosfear? GO! I'm
Tradução: Atmosfear. Para ver el gancho (Mix Dungeon Family).
Tradução: Atmosfear. Nueva Ola.
[Music by Hatakka-Waltari] Billions and billions in this world Always try to find out what's the word Instead of learning instead of Yearning they fuck
e. Qualcosa nell'atmosfera che qualche anno fa non c'era qualcosa nell'atmosfera che qualche anno fa non c'era qualcosa nell'atmosfera che qualche anno fa non c'era qualcosa nell'atmosfera
: Think I'll rename my heart, the calendar. 'Cause it'll surely know just when to end. And I've been looking at you through the telephone, as the
: (feat. DC Talk) I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble Cause words can
: Long time ago We found this place Thousands of years We crossed the interstellar space World after world Sowing the seeds Another planet For a new
INFLUENCE OF ATMOSPHERE That point You're the adult to rein And seein you Take it away I look into your glass eye, take it By surprise
I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meaning to your scribble 'Cause words can't describe what you
Long time ago We found this place Thousands of years We crossed the interstellar space World after world Sowing the seeds Another planet For a new genetic
Think I'll rename my heart, 'The Calendar' 'Cause it'll surely know just when to end, to end Think I'll rename my heart, 'The Calendar' 'Cause it'll
Hypnotize Minds presents Lil Wyte with Three 6 Mafia Oh, it some hoes in here It must be some players in the atmosphere I say ooh, it some hoes in here
Slow it down, Slow it down again, I think I'm lost here, I think I'm lost my friend, I made a left when I should have gone right, I'm feeling lucky just
These blood shot eyes, they don't compromise, And this dry cottonmouth, spits out words she can't figure out, And I'm drowning on my bed, and the phone
Stepped over clothes, evidence of a late night fast food binge I threw on the same blue jeans just to do it all again For now these are the days I push
They put there fingers to his lips I heard them say hold that thought, He went to war with all the demons in his head they said it wasn't his fault,
You arrived at my doorstep, brought in with the tide, You told them that you're coming, but I bet you lied, Mr. Distance couldn't chain you down, but
