small my life must be And it makes me float free To feel how small my life must be And it makes me float free To feel how small my life must be And it
翻訳: ラム. 小.
, Yahweh, Jehovah I can start a beginnin', or endin', it's over On Earth's first day alive there was darkness Shape was worthless, I gave this small planet
[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?? *crowd goes nuts* [Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!) [Scoob] Keep it goin! [Kane] Mister Cee.. Yo Scoob
crooked lookin' girl, Yeahhhhh Boyyyyyyy, Flava Flav lookin' girl, Mice lookin' girl, Big feet lookin' girl, Neck just like Rupaul lookin' girl, Body like a midget, ol small
Your just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves, So while you're fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims, Pressures higher up in the food chain, And small
to Jerusalem The time had come to sacrifice again My two small sons, they walk beside me on the road The reason that they came was to watch the lamb
[kane] where's 2pac and biggie smalls? ? *crowd goes nuts* [scoob] yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (yeah!) [scoob] keep it goin! [kane] mister cee.. Yo scoob
I crave the flesh of the sacred cow Charred and dripping fat I love the sight of a baby lamb Spinning on the rack I say, burn, burn Burn, baby, burn!!
's time to die I've been the herdsman, you've been my sheep I find taste on lamb skin, everything's alright Killing for the thirst for small children
eyes girl drifted past She said, "All the best has come, it could not last And the worst is has come true" Her hands were small and fluttered up A lamb
people I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor But it's no great honor, either So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune
drinking champagne on the coral reef she can't swim and she land lock i met her in the sandbox you better hand over them ham hocks and let me land on them lamb
say Love could be a small cafe away Love is a piece of cake And making love is all there is to eat It's a heart out of a lamb When yoy start to feel
it's most defenite the mobb was deep That hung the Son of man who died just to bring back the lost sheep On all streets all peeps naughty by nature Whether you biggie or small
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am Oh, take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb With one hand on the hexagram
used to love his karate But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti Pillow talk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger Got her in a small room with the
