like ants to the foundation of a higher form. Trash. Capped and smothered. Trash bag. Trash hat. Feed me fear. (Informal gluttony) Construction paper
I didn't make it on playing guitar I didn't make it on playing guitar I didn't make it on playing guitar I didn't make it on playing guitar ha ha ha
Oversettelse: Den uformelle. Dr. Evil Rap.
Oversettelse: Presley, Elvis. Herrens bønn [uformelle Performance].
Oversettelse: Presley, Elvis. Jeg gjorde det ikke på å spille gitar (Informal Jam).
(feat. Nate Dogg) [Shade Sheist] Yeah bitch Where go the blaze at? That's right, yeah Ride with me, yeah Walk a block with me On the heist with me Represent
Watch me as I dance under the spotlight- Listen to the people screaming out more and more, 'Coz I create the feeling that keep 'em coming back, Yeah
Uh, uh, Young Money, yeah, yeah I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like
Over, over What if I knew you was still keepin' old What's her name around then you couldn't say nothin' And what if you was spendin' up my money Taking
One, two, one two Disappointment condition a perfunctory prescription Of an indigent mindset, a belligerent silence We got all we need turning out of
Electronic actors and astromagnetic Corrupted files from galactical planets Writing interplanet code Thoughts get transported From neanderthal skulls
Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound Like a mirror in
Looking for a ladder In the stratosphere So I can be happy Let my problems melt away Stranded on a plane With a cigarette Carry my heart Like a soldier
Ashes and pictures The nations repentant The chain gang shepard playing chief of the station The theme song playing an anthem of ? The horrible fanfare
Now I'm a seasick sailor on a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years Like blown
When the oceans are dark The heavens are foreboding A chain link wind Is breaking you open And lessons of the day On a blackboard night It seem to be
We are aimless And the target is an empty wall We're out of patience With smiles that cut across her face No complaints But I wish I had my top of my
