: C G* Am C G*, Am, C ?Cuando vas a venir otra vez por aqui? Cuando gire el poniente en tu cuello. Tu tenias que hacer lo que habia que hacer pero el
im gonna knock there lights out like they were ultraviolet They got there eyes on my stash But trying to hide it They know im making cash Though i look brassed
neuronal reponse lyrical Volee annuelle, giclee de napalm, de toutes lianes la voie deblayer Opaque riziere, air vicie, oeil vicieux Bon nombre de gars tombent les bras
sans boussole, je l'ai souvent prie Terre, Que font les amants qui se retrouvent? Que dois-je mettre ce soir? Un tien de parfum, de l'alcool ou du blues
Harlem, through jails and gospel pews Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue Through savage
breakin the laws All you wannabe hard rocks just pause It's the MC host Space ghost from the coast With piggish white skin Kid, where you been I got a blue
de plaisir On titube sur le trottoir de Camden Street Love You Bras dessus , bras dessous Mais BB nous serons bien car nous serons tout Deux Black & Blue
brass spring Such a wonderful plaything It?s a cruel cross that I have to bear If you come a little close I?m going to pull your hair More than just a toy in a patch-blue
, um [Verse 2: Hodgy] I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long Brass monkey, clarinet, ten
moi quand j'suis la Qui t'es toi ? Moi sans toi sans tes bras j'suis pas la C'est pas moi ou qu'tu vas loin la-bas Sans mes bras c'est a moi C'est mes
aurai plus de chance Oui, mais si tu es lassee De cette amour fane reste ou tu es ! J'irai twister le blues Le blues et puis le blue En serrant dans mes bras
you like the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon. Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Naked and blue. naked and blue
: Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing tunes I couldn?t place Windows open and raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray
, Ohhhhhh. Ohhh, Ayyee, Ohhhhhh. [Verse 2:] Hello junkies, and hello mama too, Hello to my p.o., do Self to the boys in blue. Billy got brass bawls,
of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses needed The red, white
brass spring Such a wonderful plaything It's a cruel cross that I have to bear If you come a little close I'm going to pull your hair More than just a toy in a patched blue