- приоритеты Неважно, кто ты, неважно, где ты Главное правильно расставлять приоритеты Неважно что ты пьёшь, или во что одет ты Запомни – главное это приоритеты
округе жесткач! ПОПРИДЕРЖИ ПСИХОЗ! И НАПРЯГИ ВСЕ СИЛЫ! ЗАСТАВЬ РАБОТАТЬ МОЗГ! ДОСТАНЬ ХОТЬ ИЗ МОГИЛЫ!!! Припев: Смести приоритеты на сторону добра И жизнь наполнит светом счастливая пора Смести приоритеты
за полёты в космос дальний против боли страха страданий хочу слушать музыку на положенной громкости отказываюсь вникать в чужие подробности разберитесь сами с приоритетами
[Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin
Hey, top priority Peace before everything God before anything Love before anything Real before everything Home before anyplace Shoot before anything
The winds of change are now blowing again, I can sense it, I can feel it, Like a breath of fresh air. Thousands upon thousands of words, is our right
Well, the boys came lookin' for their soul They wanted all the world to see So they took Alcatraz and did a graveyard dance All they wanted was some
Well she's nothing much But she looks like a gangster's moll Well, there ain't no doubt about it I know she ran with Mad Dog Coll She's the driver of
Well, I fly off the handle A little too quick Guess you could call me a nervous man For the last week or two It don't take too much To make me wanna
Well, I'm hanging around the depot Boys, trying to get a job I'm so sick and tired of being laid off No silver lining, no rainbow's end Bills in my mailbox
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby There's a stranger in my soul I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city I can't come in from the cold I'm deep
Well there's a hell cat, loose cat, hear it wail It can stop you down the street, you cannot get away Well it's gonna get to you, got the demon power
Is there a car straight under a light that's burning? Prepared by your soul for all the secrets you're holding. Step back in time machine for a mind that
Well I just hit town and I flew in the by the seat of my pants Well I just touched down and got me some crazy plans I'm an ace I'm a deuce, I'm a buzzin
I hail from a suburb Outside southeast No I ain't the type I don't like to run in the streets And I ain't really into none of that Uh Pimp & thug
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Here I sit, my life's a model kit But I burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit I eat Spaghettio's, turn on the stereo And keep in mind my best
So what's your problem now? You always have something to complain about So you placed the blame on me Just open up your eyes and then you'll see What
