the whole scenery The solar child touches the princess For a moment her sun is shining bright again It's good to see that only through my vibes
Tradução: MI LOCURA. Domingo.
grapes From the vat of bones I crush your face with my metal jaw Like a coconut stuffed with brains I might tend the shrubs on Sunday But really I'm insane
up like Shyne, that's on my niece I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, damn it, I'm wit' it Khaled we did it, Biggie in my city Please no fitted, f**k it, I'm too
Boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was time to hit the studio for another LP '93 (*echoes*) Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim Had a monster hit from Insane
play the bucks I can paint a bucks when a lil cake burnt up Wasn't fun when I run when the weatherman suffs Flo rained in my wallett Now my rubberbands
: Midnight at the glamor show on a Sunday night Everybody drink a lot of whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow on we're on burlesque time But everybody
: Midnight at the glamour show on a Sunday Night Everybody drink alotta whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow We?re on Burlesque time But everybody
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain And you told me not to drive But I made it home alive So you said that only proves that I'm insane You may be right
the newly born dead with wispy cobwebs in your head the polar moon looked out instead goin' wild Liquor shifting through the brain the manic depressive goes insane
Will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar Sunday morning hold church down at the bar Get down on your knees and start to pray Pray my
This Sunday morning (Sunday Morning) without a warning Don't hear the neighbour scream He thinks my house is burning Well, life is good to me This Sunday
with 20th century cool My peers may flirt with cabaret, some fake the rebel yell Me - I'm moving up to higher ground, I must escape this hell. Let me suspend my
: (feat. Royal T, Silencer) [OG Spanish Fly] What's up, it's that OG Spanish Fly Chilling with my homeboy Royal T My boy Silencer And we bout to hit
in my sardonic dream How could this world abide me when it can?t hear me scream? I?m not your instant breakfast I won?t be your Sunday fool My life?s
