tendencias, y siempre tendia a perder la cuenta. No descansa, va y te atrapa tiene el don de la facilidad siente alergia a la primavera, se vuelve ludica, cosmica
Por lo menos esta vez estoy harto de este amor del angel del final Aunque tenga que volver a la puta depresion seguire llenandome de aire abismal de tu
翻訳: Tipitos、ロス. 宇宙の歌.
Por lo menos esta vez estoy harto de este amor del angel del final Aunque tenga que volver a la puta depresion seguire llenandome de aire abismal de
's just a cosmic girl From another galaxy Transmitting on my frequency Yeah cosmic, oh Can't you be my cosmic woman? I need you, I want you To be my cosmic
A falling star fell from your heart And landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them And now it's left me blind The stars, the moon, they
Cosmic Charlie, "How do you do?" Truckin' in style along the avenue Dum de dum de doodley do Go on home your mama's calling you Kalico, kahlia tell me
I Say, I Say Oh my God, I can't tell whats a better accessory, My new watch or the chick thats standing right next to me, killing niggas at rap, but being
what I'm talkin' about In the Cosmic Slop of the Ghetto With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation This Cosmic
Yeah, I want to get up and do my thing You know express myself Tell it like it is, hit me now 24365, gonna party now 24365, kick it up 24365, to the
now, dollar vs. yen Right now, oil vs. everything Right now, water gonna win Everybody's changing their shoes Washing their hands, making new plans Cosmic universal fashion Cosmic
Kick it, kick it You woke up late for school, man you don't wanna go You ask your mom please but she still says no You missed two classes with no homework
Ladies and gentlemen start your engines 'Cause I'm on a roll Well, I'm on a roll, let it roll Baby, roll, roll, roll Well, I'm on a roll, let it roll
Sixteen, I found my dream machine Turn the key and every light turned green Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream And it was loud, yeah Me and the
What did she ever do to you? Can't help bein' born At the wrong time in your sick little world Impaled by Satan's horn Locked in a closet without any
Know what you're getting high on, how much you're getting by on Everything you afraid of, well it ain't no thing What about your future when you drown