Au Pays de l'argent facile combien sont morts en chemin ? Fuck Les APL les transports en commun Poudre a canon dans les poumons J'crache,les MCs Petent
Ch'est un pauv' garchon Qui s'app'lot Edmond I etot des corons Du cote d'Fouquieres I in avot assez Apres ses journees D'aller travailler Dins l'gardin
: Au Pays de l'argent facile combien sont morts en chemin ? Fuck Les APL les transports en commun Poudre a canon dans les poumons J'crache,les MCs Petent
You think no one hears you As you talk your shit about me You started out attractive But the ugliness came pouring out You think that no one will repeat
Com'e che se io mangio l'insalata,non divento l'insalata,eh? com'e che se mi guardo nello specchio,non divento quello specchio? com'e che se io ascolto
I celebrate my tomatoes I grow the best in town I sell ?em to all my neighbors They?re big and red and round I plant ?em next to my onions That sit beside
Ain't nothin' in the world that I like better Than bacon & lettuce & homegrown tomatoes Up in the mornin' out in the garden Get you a ripe one don't
Pomodori da Marte felicita-dopobarba parole? la terra fa un gioco pesante ed io lo so sto spingendo ai cancelli della pazzia ma se la vostra normalita
I bought a pack of seeds Tennessee Bradleys The best homegrown you?ll find How it happened I don?t know Must?ve been the Miracle-Gro Oh I could not