creatures of love, we are creatures of love We are creatures, creatures of love We are creatures, creatures of love From the sleep of reason, a life is born We are creatures of love
Превод: Talking Heads. Същества на любовта.
nigga drop when I felt the chrome click That's what you give or talking shit Now you lying in the hospital What you don't seek Here come one in the head
talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous Show up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you And I'ma
for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D Yeah, come on ya'll, get 'em up Get your hands up One for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D Now
weh a walk wid all dem head bawl off Strong like a samson, like a weight dem pop off Mi haffi drw fi mi mask, wol on deh Mi know a Man Royal gal name Jone Feminine creature
/...backwards. She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student teachers / Who all profess their love for all of her protruding features/ There's no fooling this creature
This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possums playing dead messing with my head X amount of action, X amount of games For years again I
up soon.) We can talk about life, we can talk about death, we can talk about film, we can talk about chess, we can talk about the faceless evil shadow creatures
Pryor, pinky ring Watch ya conduct nigga, full pardons for my niggas that's livin' You guessed it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic Love 'em
one Every time a creature comes into my past I know you should snigger about things that we laughed How I've got a cause that never met a man Took a talk
' de paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly! Girl
You don?t have to worry I?m trying to shake the plight Well I?ve been dreaming of a change that would take place Where all of God?s creatures would love
your explodin head brain fragments stainin' clothing red i make you love the pain, it hurts we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love
of your exploding head Brain fragments staining' clothing red I make you love the pain, it hurts We make music for drug addict pieces of shit that love
talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock From the outside or the inside, create intense rides When my pen glides, all MC's will get they heads flied
we became lonely two-legged creatures It's the story of the origin of love That's the origin of love, origin of love, origin of love
talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous Show up to Detroit thinkin +Everybody Love+ you And I'm