There's a fish in my pocket. Don't squeeze me or I'll shit on your shoes. It takes dead people longer in everything. Why do beavers live in ice? Souls
Piece it all together now Because I sell myself short every time Oh, how you became my life You took me in before I could back out Well I still have faith
Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici che la belleza infiora. E la fuggevol ora s'inebrii a volutta. Libiamo ne'dolci fremiti che suscita l'amore, poiche
[Fabolous:] A toast to Mr Tagalouchie and zipping open louis duffle bags of louchie, Bragging loosely about bagging hoochies, No logos on the clothes
New years came and went again; I promised I would change But I put all my words in a glass And made them go away quaratine with live t.v. watching times
Peace it all together now Because I sell myself short every time Oh, how you became my life You took me in before I could back out Well I still have faith
Do you wanna know what I think of you 'Cause you're not the way I thought you should be To take back what you said It's time to fix, it's time to fix
Do you wanna know what I think of you? 'Cause you're not the way I thought you should be Do take back what you said It's time to fix, it's time to
I am a sad sad toaster made of glass I am a sad sad toaster made of glass People see me in the street And they watch me turn bread into toast Because
So the season's changed your face Toasted skin turned darker shades So as to better disguise your figure from the streetlights First floor window, opened
(talking) I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons
[talking] I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons
Lui: Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici che la belleza infiora. E la fuggevol ora s'inebrii a volutta. Libiamo ne'dolci fremiti che suscita l'amore, poiche
I thought it was Easter time The way the light rose Rose that morning Lately you've been on my mind You showed me the rope Ropes to climb Over mountains
Specters move like pilot flames Their widows toast at St. Angel Better times collide with now The tears were warm, I feel them still Their heat to vapor
Well it's hit or miss Upon the gate walls Are the guards asleep? Bayonets and all And the search light is coming We built this tunnel We shovel with our
You break my heart like you broke my record Your goal was set and my dreams were shattered You gave me vows like you'd give the flu What goes around