go Just hand over control All the space and all the time Yeah, it all just passed you by You've been so many places And I know the feel of wearing different faces
hand over control all the space and all the time yea it all just passed you by You've been so many places (woah) and i know the feel of wearing different faces
Перевод: Мы снимали MOON. Лица.
just hand over control all the space and all the time yea it all just passed you by You've been so many places (woah) and i know the feel of wearing different faces
eye But I could see a tear roll Off her face As we both tried so hard Not to cry she said I never wanted the stars I never shot for the moon I like
Verse 1] I tried to talk to him Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi We
drum, huh We cause havoc down in Las Vegas Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases We outrageous, name the streets gave us Yeah, we got fame, but now we
death blow Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on the television Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Have we
made five [Chorus - Akon] We all need one We all need somebody to hold us down We all need somebody to ride or die We all, we all need, we all need one
the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face Fuck rest, we
ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!) We notorious, pushin them Porsches Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin' the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon
the stars, In that distant land, Strict as lies, We took our time, They chose such evil, Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Low, low The reasons why, we hear.. Ohh
Killah Priest] Mystic night beneath the cherry moon, we rarely move Peace to the ghetto nation, three million population Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings Eloheim as we
do we go from here.. [where do we go, ] After the storm has cleared.. [beneath the red moon, skys moan] Where do we go from here.. [where do we go from