wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting
is blowing harder now Blowing dust into my eyes The dust settles on my skin Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for
up to the sky Angels come free me from ugly things And I'll fly, I'll fly, I'll fly I'll fly, I'll fly I'll fly, I'll fly
Tradução: Cordero. Volar.
Tradução: Cordero se acuesta en Broadway, la banda sonora. Volar en un parabrisas.
wings Carry me up To the sky Angels come free me From ugly things And I'll fly I'll fly I'll fly I'll fly I'll flyyyyyyyyyyyy I'll fly I ' l l f l y
little angel like a lamb. But unlike the sheep follow no man. Tomorrow's your big day to show off your smile. Smile. Smile for everyone. You may fly
: [Music: Sammet & Ludwig / Lyrics: Sammet] He was born into this world Living love but he got hurt And he sighed when he beheld The bleeding lamb
but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yeahhhhh! Feelin just like JFK in the city that let em fly
Auty Mar Cute Snotty Broad, Tits Like Dolly Par Ed Harty Naw This Is Carty Ma But That Was A Good One, Hardy Har Lambo Galardi Car Getting My Last Laugh
comes to licky licky, Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly, Under the doo-rag,?? sixty, It's the hypno and sticky icky, I said Okay! [Chorus] I'm fly
screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much
government Put my face on the passport Cuz real niggas do real things so fuck the world to my bling Cuz ya'll mean I mean [Chorus] I'm fly enough, to
pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move Ill take you to new york city, atlanta too Show you how to fly them
Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah... Heeeey, yeah... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo
we throwin' Lambo money Shawty that ain't nothin' won't you sell that dope to me Blood money coupe, beat her like Ike Turner Chunk a duece, I'm gone like my Lambo
I make it streeetcchh Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec! Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for I have ammo! Flyin' out the Lambo'! Like Commando
