in the trees Are smiling upon them From the age of the dinosaurs Cars have run on gasoline Where, where have they gone? Now, it's nothin' but flowers
birds in the trees Are smiling upon them From the age of the dinosaurs Cars have run on gasoline Where, where have they gone? Now, it's nothing but flowers
Tradução: Clerks II Soundtrack. Talking Heads - (Pero nada) Flores.
Tradução: Guster. Pero nada de flores) (Talking Heads Portada.
Tradução: Talking Heads. Flores.
Tradução: Talking Heads. (Nada más que) Flores.
: (feat. J. Cole) [Verse 1 - B.o.B] Okay so I'm on the beat What am I supposed to rhyme? What am I supposed to do in this booth? Am I to flow a line
Hottest flow on any song, I'm on, I'm gone, nigga [Break: sample] I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga [Chorus] [talking
: [Fabolous:] Bitch I'm raw... So hearing that any nigga out cook me Is suspect as R. kelly with girl scout cookies When u talking to a pro watch ya
lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh) Even devil worshippers got up outta the God I know all you cowards is hard Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards With our regards, nigga [Chorus] [Fabolous - talking
Fuck They Taking Bout Like I want Kiss My Son on the Head nd Chuck em out What up 50? Let?s talk it out But until we talk it out [Chorus x2] Don?t Don
like I aint trapped in months So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch Or have em catch em when send the pinebox Leave your head wrapped up months
Ain't gotta watch for the Feds They ain't watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head As I take a Patron shot to the head And reminise about the shit
: Most of these rap niggas be fakin Im talkin the throng chases I diss em on any basis Throw patrons and steal my faces Stay blunted like jamaicans The
for the summer Fuck rap, it aint about that Hip hop is dead You whack rappers broke one in the head Now I said it he aint regret it I talk to him Any
your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You a failure now And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child I whip yo head
for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement [Hook] Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking