the next sold Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean anything Now love, don't make a sound Reach down and touch the ground Emptiness
翻訳: お茶会. タッチ.
the next sold don't try to fake it i see you shaking it doesn't mean anything now love, don't make a sound reach down and touch the ground emptiness
my fault your ass is on the asphalt Got your chin touched by my fam Who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet
can relearn love The comfort of your arms around me Your tender hands caress my head I lay beside you I'm not worthy This jaded man's not who I am I touched
Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying
gets a girl okay?} {Make sure he gets a girl okay?} Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch
t know who's working there tonight. Pave the way for the Manta-Ray Pave the way for the Manta-Ray I wish that you were here We'd have a tea party to
gun charge Shit Dont leave me unguarded And ima cheese head, where the vince lambardi Word to Mark Martin leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red tea party
Why is it you fail, to see a man In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'? In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up From the ashes
from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea ceremony. i watched him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch
Bridge 2: Tech N9ne & Cop] Is there a problem officer? (Yeah we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors, uh you havin' a party?) Uh-no it's just
heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying son, balloons
[Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean versions No profanit goddamnit hard like granite
(feat. Mad Child, Everlast, Divine Styler) [Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean
the targets Hate roaming cause the Black president is in office Fool the devil situation been sinking in failing If you ride with the Tea Party you stupid
t know who's working there tonight Pave the way for the Manta-Ray Pave the way for the Manta-Ray I wish that you were here We'd have a tea party to