Letras:
The Little Flames Other

Put your dukes up John, Yeah, put your dukes up John, You were preened and sanitised, Struck dumb by good advice. Your integrity was bruised, Your celebrity

You buy the magazine, It teach you who to be. You wear the uniform, You love to be adored. Your world is you, and you bore me. Your world is you, and

We fell to the street, full of noise, With a view to bring the dawn in. But clashed with the Burtons' shirts Who saw us as a chance for brawling. Well

to tell you you changin' They wanna taste that Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame Famous, everybody wanna be famous Most people wanna just taste it Other

ride to the sea.' The other tear said, ?We've got a connection. I'm a tear of sorrow born of rejection. I'm from the sad brown eyes of her old flame.

mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame

to give, only plenty to take, in this I wage When the ground parts from below will it feel so? How can I gain from another when the other goes? This

he thought it was the best made a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore and the other

he thought it was the best made a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore and the other