What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth
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Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day A fuss with
Lazy old sun What have you done to summertime? Hiding away Behind all those misty thunder clouds I don't mind to spend my time Looking for you For you
Up in the mornin', out on the job Work like the devil for my pay But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do But roll around Heaven all day Fuss with my
[Instrumental] [The first rays of a Glorious Dawn, the warmth upon your face... the sensation that the land is awakening...]
calm lovers' crash both swallowing pain wound & scar industries intense indifference I'm a jester puppet squalid crumbcollector hard hours' theorist
Up in the morning out on the job Work like a devil for my pay And the lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Fuss with
She's got a solar powered life She dies without direct sunlight But every morning in the spring She wakes up early And this is what she sings My oh my
[Verse 1:] Love is a game for everyone But this is you and me We had a thousand lies than wanted We have hurricanes and suns Hey, don't you know we just
Occhi neri, trapassano la mente come spari nella notte oh vecchia luna di sale come finira? Lingue rosse bruciano la pelle ora il fuoco e arrivato ai
(Miamartini - Fossati) Occhi neri trapassano la mente come spari nella notte oh, vecchia luna di sale come finira? Lingue rosse bruciano la pelle ora
(feat. Marco Guerzoni) Studiavo lettere ma ho smesso un anno fa e adesso faccio un po' di tutto aspetto e non so piu che cosa aspetto tornare in Africa
Pour mes soleils et mes lunes, j'emporterai, tous les soleils et les dunes Tous les palais, les jardins, l'or ? Vu dans mes sommeils et mes plumes J
Des fougeres vendeennes aux sapins de Correze des chateaux de Touraine aux villas versaillaises Il y a dans les clochers comme un bras qui se tend dans
Well hail Caesar / Horses in the Senate / Where did the eagles fly / Back in the German woods ? Lost by the walking wounded / Fleeing the devils of
Vielfour fiery Four corners race- stretch infinity Cataclysms celebrate A whirling soul ablaze with spirited gleam A silence made sullen by the lightning
Up in the mornin', out on the job, I work like the devil for my pay. I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do, But roll around heaven all day. I