, build me a home, build me a home with a green grass hill with runing a water in a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers build me a
your playin summin vivid Play your sympathy card till the misery clash And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches Raggin a bag
i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning Clash with a few titans, blasted a few
you give me a smile? I never felt so much a' like -This song is originally released by, The Clash from their best 2-record album London Calling. Copyright
Now you can find me After, a bitch that be swingin Puffin in the dark see the spark When I'm hittin the blunt They got me spinnin Thinkin up a way To make a
So west up, I'm unexpekted like a heart attack as I react Just like, human combustion a little something like that And as I mash I clash purposely Cause
Deux ans qu'elle garde A§a pour elle Tout parait loin, mais c'est proche Quand les images s'entrechoquent dans le chaos ! Et encore un éniA?me
, thats how its done. [Repeat Chorus x2] [Strider] Steppin' to me its a fact you'll get bored, I'm possessed like sword, engraved writing a demon as
is a long time poeple been struggling fighting to reach the shore fighting to even the score (chorus) standing on the corner checking out the border clash
, devour their souls! CHAPTER 2: HAVOC AT THE SHRINE OF A'ZURA-KAI THE KING: Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming, Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving
for a clash, ready to step in But the people gather in (no clue what he says here) When a city comes together When a city takes a stand When a city comes
killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hova, it's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters
'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo You won't forget
I'ma lil' nigga so you know I run fast But don't do much of it do a lot of gun bustin' 'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick Outta seeing niggas
they arrive Elric, the Pale King, Yyrkon the Tyrant, to fight Ther in a chamber, hanging in midair, two swords Dreadful and fine, forged in a time no
Backstreet Boys, Boys 2 Men. I never wanna hear that crap again, but there's Nothing Good on the Radio. (Nothing!) No there's nothing good on the
you blow me less a Real, real dirty, dirty Double R, a camp where it's all champs And if y'all want to stop fire open up a vent Repeat 1 (2x) Bet'
test a, 25 lighters on my dressa' , yes ah, breakfast being served by a hoe that look like Genie, she press my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini, tiny as a