Texty:
Cognito

leather til pop Lyrically man, niggas to the turf like cops. (goddamn) Little mama got class, absolutely, Gucci dime ass Oooh, I wanna hit it from the back til ya cry Cognito

This is the way i get when im unhappy with myself, i feel my mistakes pounding into my lead, lying to my conscience believing i was misled theres things

Three nights ago I was at a disco Man, I wanted to bump, I was rarin' to go And this big fat woman, bumped me on the floor She was rarin' to go, that

You keep bumpin' me against the wall Yeah, I know I let you slide before But until you seen me trust You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumpin' me

So many billions, so many billions of bullets we've become, We are civilians, we are civilians but just do not give us guns. Coz I would shoot you down

(dall'omonimo romanzo di C.E.Gadda) Lei si stupi e resto arresa alla brutalita di un impeto infernale che lui rigurgito con abominevole irascibilita

Mon pere je t?appelle meme si je ne viens pas du ciel J?espere tout de meme que tu sens battre un peu mes ailes Toutes ces petites choses qui nous genent

Mon pere je t?appelle meme si je ne viens pas du ciel J?espere tout de meme que tu sens battre un peu mes ailes Toutes ces petites choses qui nous genent

Mon pere je t?appelle meme si je ne viens pas du ciel J?espere tout de meme que tu sens battre un peu mes ailes Toutes ces petites choses qui nous genent