In thoughts sublime we immerse Another fear I can't see All blown away You say you'll never run away From a certain pointing light Beneath black skies
thoughts sublime we immerse Another fear I can't see All blown away You say you'll never run away From a certain pointing light Beneath black
o you are my favourite nightmare 'o you sweet, little six six sixteen I'm your daddy you're my flesh and blood shadow black, the shadow of the razor
from you? So don't turn around 'cause that's paradise lost. Don't turn away, mersey rose. Nothing good could last forever. No, don't turn around 'cause that's paradise lost
my favorite nightmare O you are my favorite nightmare O you sweet, little six six sixteen I'm your daddy you're my flesh and blood Shadow black, the
nightmare 'o you are my favourite nightmare 'o you sweet, little six six sixteen I'm your daddy you're my flesh and blood shadow black, the shadow of
Tradução: Negro. Paradise Lost.
Tradução: Paradise Lost. Albino azotadas En Negro.
'o you are my favourite nightmare 'o you sweet, little six six sixteen I'm your daddy you're my flesh and blood shadow black, the shadow of the razor
In thoughts sublime we immerse Another fear I can't see All blown away You say you'll never run away From a certain pointing light Beneath black
earth In thoughts sublime we immerse Another fear I can't see All blown away You say you'll never run away From a certain pointing light Beneath black
it's a song with a rhyme or a verse with a line Then you wanna stay in my mind [Chorus] [Lupe Fiasco:] Uh, who else but [? ] You know I got two belts the black
ain't no joke [Damian Marley] [chorus] pimpa's paradise stephen: that's all she was now pimpa's paradise stephen: that's all she was pimpa's paradise
up at the table, still put dope in the bag and still got dope, under the mattress It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and 12 years old, a lost
rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he
: Shrill as a choir of children Urgent like the first day of May False and inflatable feeling Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade One brick on
Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded and there