eyes, Stones in your eyes, Living in a jar, think the lids the sky, You're hoping for a savior on your cross outside. Stars are just a million little
in your eyes, We live in a jar, i think the lids the sky, You're hoping for a savior on your cross outside. Stars are just a million little fireflies
Stones in your eyes, We live in a jar, i think the lids the sky, You're hoping for a savior on your cross outside. Stars are just a million little
renversant les miseres Car le temps en balayant l'hiver A fait peau neuve et a la ronde Le soleil arme d'un pinceau vert A tout repeint pour qu'autour
boot camp They'll shoot you dead, make you a man Don't you worry, it's for a cause Feeding global corporations' claws Die on our brand new poison gas
Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture A bloody butcher
: I'm on the 714, cause I got a brand new jar, Lemons put some light in my life, keep me happy through the night I'm a lude boy, I don't care if I
for old We sing the same old song, just like a vintage car You can look but you won't ever drive it We drink the same old wine from a brand new jar We
a prophecy. y dem hoes watchin me and y dem hoes jockin me. Feds try 2 rocket me and know me off properly. i was on a robbery my gat sung operaly. 500
Hit the block just to floss Got an 87 flee 7 coats Extra gloss lookin mean One the scene so clean I'm a kill em It's a new epidemic Bird Flu, I'm a
so hard to drown them, they won't do that to me 'Cause I'm workin' hard savin' all my money And the tips in this jar will buy a brand new set of wings
and lose twenty pounds a day Hear the story of the man born without a head And top psychics all agree that the telephone company Will have a brand new
I'm on the 714, cause I got a brand new jar, Lemons put some light in my life, keep me happy through the night I'm a lude boy, I don't care if I
It's seen a lot of tan legs Got a kick ass radio Heard a lot of singing along To some country songs and rock 'n' roll Got a .38 bullet hole Courtesy
d you get those pants Hey foxy lady This shiny silver sweaty shirt stuck to my skin You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit Reveals the hot