Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick I know what I'm sayin'
So fuck it. Oh you crumble With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club And that he would send this extraordinary one in the world
take what I give and go and live
Can I accept each love
in the park
Trotzdem hat er gewonnen, die Rakete habe ich gestohlen als er schlief,
Going out while the tides in
it's five in the morning
Yeah, of course it's just a name
N+„r dom svalnat en stund +„r det f+„rdigt
The riders on the hill
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
You held out your hand
Feeling like the last poets --
Oh, will we be that disappointed or sad?
beobachten Mobiles aus ihren "Kindergartendimensionen",
Omgitt av sorgens dis
Yes I'm turning to stone 'cos you ain't coming home