Texty:
Fight Like Lions The Rhythm

lost my balance and thought how You make me move Like I do in my room I?m on your heartbeat now Over these words I feel the rhythm And I just hope I

scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my

this party Your rhythm of the music make me feeling irie Hey now, it doesn't matter where you're comin' from Dancing to the rhythm on the filling of the

this party Your rhythm of the music make me feeling irie Hey now, it doesn't matter where you're comin' from Dancing to the rhythm on the filling of the

with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check

to be like Him Remember Him like the Titans, I'm dying to be renewed Don't get it twisted like I am the reason to Run forward to the throne, no the lion

you're living in the crazy world of Arthur Brown so get on down to middle earth and just rock to the rhythm like you was a smurf I'm like Sam Wise can

next? You better fear T.R., the super S-T-A-R, like a Czar In control, by far Cruisin, like a Benz or a Jaguar Boss your Audi, like John Gotti So like