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City On A Hill

Tradução: Tercer Día. Ciudad en una colina.

raconte une histoire Une histoire triste a mourir Et de tout petits drames sans gloire Ou l'on pleure des souvenirs Je voudrais etre sur une colline Ou l'on

so I can roll it and set it on fire Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky that it's getting on my fuckin' fingers But it's smokeable

on the hill sees the sun going down And the eys in his head see the world spinning round. Well on the way, head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices

But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down, And the eyes in his head, See the world spinning around. Well on his way his head in a cloud, The man

the tip I won't and shame on they ass Since the presence is a gift I won't refrain from the past I'm a young stunner focused and ready to smash Niggas on

Hip Hop Police On Me Every City Im In Well, Hell Me And Low Dipping Again 3 Wheel Motion Chrome Spokes On The Rims Run Up On Us Watch That.38 Revolver

was being on top And you already there, so you look down into the city and see life ain't what it used to be Kids fantasing bout how a phantom ride If

a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch