are all dead now Or stifled in the sand Sound round, feel the ground Feel the pulse that we have found Breathe in, feel the spin Where's the dream that we were in? Sound round
friends are all dead now Or stifled in the sack Sound round, Feel the ground Feel the pulse We have found Breathe in Feel the spin Where's the dream That we were in? Sound round
Traducció: Que, el. Ronda de so.
My friends are all dead now Or stifled in the sack Sound round, Feel the ground Feel the pulse We have found Breathe in Feel the spin Where's the dream That we were in? Sound round
T and A Tryna hide what's obvious to see in me We conversate a bit about your DNA And my salmon colored suit from the VMA's Oh you was watching, who
and chicks feel the flow Big black train comin 'round the bend G'won kinfolk tell ya mom'an'em Chug-a-lugga, chug-a-lugga, chug-a-lugga who? The big blackneck
, cause it's caps we peelin Girls we love em, and shows we steal em [ ROUND 2: Randy Mac ] Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery I drop science for the ones who
on vinyl I've been missing you and how The easy street is empty The silence of the sound I guess that the turn tables have turned Round, round too many
at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden
, call my name Call it, call my name I've heard your voice this morning Calling out my name It had been so long, since I've heard That it didn't sound
of red wine, ready to pour Dressed in long black satin, laced to the floor So I went in, then we sat down start kissing, caressing Told me about jacuzzi, sounded
Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound
look at the rocks you be rocking them other bozos be staring, you tell em how we get down, bout them beautiful sounds when i hit it like a boxer we go all twelve rounds
Transmission third world war third round Decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal
