shore They tell me life is for loving What's loving for She's an island in the ocean Close to no one Yeah she's an island And I gotta reach her Before
Tradução: Auto. Ella es una isla.
race, looking for my own space There's gotta be a better place for you and me There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye Some people gotta die just
Paul & Juicy J] Man this nigga kill me tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide When he gotta drop his tapes of his self Plus
try to tell your self the things, you try tell your self To make yourself forget, to make your self forget I am not worried "If it's love" She said Then
dogs; If that's your site Put up a superhero with a better pokerface This noble cause reeks of self-gratification But it's more like no satisfaction
And this is An-and and this is how the An-and and this is An-an-and this is how the An-and this is how the An-an-and this is how the And this is how
she step into my home She probably going to be on cock It's big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke On the water like an island thinking
yourself. (Father) I only think about myself, it's me again? You self-centered bitch! You're the one complaining all the time, but when that kid freaks out, who's
all around the world [Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over the Chorus] Yeah, we in Dubai on a peninsula baby Not an island, a peninsula An island is
may, she flocks round me like a donut She got sprinkles but I bite my way out More brothers come about, try to scheme slick But the Native Tongue's thick
case of the gimmes I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimney The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You
LA riot started Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!) It's
be my arm around here waist As she flips off the camera And If Meg Ryan were my personal taste I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's I'm afraid
she lets the good times roll I know that when I find her, I lose my self control She's an angel, she's a devil she's a voodoo vixen chiId I may be hurtin
she step into my home She probably going to be on cock It's Big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke On the water like an island thinking'
hospital I make moves and do things, even God would say's impossible A wild animal, eager to break the chain lock Your bitch wasn't Asian, but she sure
a case of the gimmes I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimney The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You