When you're down and they're counting When your secrets all found out When your troubles take to mounting When the map you have leads you to doubt
[Chorus] Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot, One that smiled when he flew over the bay x2 My horse, is a shackled old man His, his remorse
Тлеет Луна, и я лечу куда-то... Эта война, ей ничего не свято. Тают огни, и месяц спрятан... Взлетной полосы. Памятный бой, неба совсем немного, Где
Here we go, come with me There's a world out there that we should see Take my hand, close your eyes With you right here, I'm a rocketeer Let's fly Up
Lovely disguise, read between the lines You rock the magic plane with no abbreviation Read what you say and what you bought And there ain't no magic pen
You're soldiers of God, you must understand The fate of your country is in your young hands May God give you strength, do your job real well If it all
Pleased to meet you, nice to know me What's the message? Will you show me? I've been waitin' a long time now Now here's the answer, you're all mine now
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly
Let your soul, be your pilot Let your soul, guide you He'll guide you well When you're down and they're counting When your secrets, all found out When
She turned away, what was she lookin' at? She was a sour girl the day that she met me Hey, what are you lookin' at? She was a happy girl the day that
You can't find me You can't find me again You can't drive me You can't drive me again Shot down again if it's easier to be alive Kept on the mend you
I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, "American
Yea. Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Fool Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like Kangaroo pouch Louis
Okay as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fashioned, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics
Yeah, Yeah It's all good It's already i Yeah, it's already understood Ain't nothin Still the same old, that's all Ain't nothin change fool {Verse
Uh yea fool and you cant do a thing about it bitches know the planes got it yea you want to live in a house don't want grass to grow your homeboys
Yeah And Where.. Haven't.. We.. Been yet Uh They look up the Jets You can't stop the planes Nigga you can't do a thang Verse: Uh machete sharp My dream
Uhh. Yeahh. Rest In Peace Pimp C Fool Yeah, Uh Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get