need to touch foot to the ground Sex, drugs, rock and rolled up Them older boys got you thinking that you growed up Spent the whole day getting high Putting
Heyyy How you doing? Ain't seen you in a long Is everything all fine? Doing your best? I'm glad to hear it Its all progress Yeah that's the spirit Look
So what you saying, I hear complaing I could repeat every statement you made verbatim I treated you better back in the day and Now you feeling like I'
to grab the mic without talent Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that! Father knows best
I can save the day I'm just waiting for the moment I can break away The only reason that I stay so I can save the day I'm just waiting for the moment
Today just wasn't my day Everyone's gettin me so fed up I gotta find a way I know what can make me feel better Steppin out in my best Lookin hotter
gold medal I suggest you do the same You best improve your game or get burnt by the Canterbury Flames The hometown of Anika Moa crusading through this war Best
the same World and everything that happens to us is our responsibility, you know. like any Violence going in the world is just a symbol of all the violent atmosphere
you've made it pretty obscure Baby, it's clear, from here-- You're losing your atmosphere From here, you're losing it So have it your way Whatever makes the best
P. it So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish Endless
nothing we can do It's bigger than me and you one day our time coming too So ain't no use in being sad Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever
plan is random at best This strange how much more can I take? This strange changing atmosphere And in gravity too and its severity This strange day is
stick They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes The atmosphere in this car, a
best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you?re wrong. Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance. Five-hour phone conversation The best
I scratch these words into a black notebook I wrote your name on top I knew you'd never look I tried my best to fight the atmosphere To think the happy
the chance (Molokov: dramas) Of working with the best. (Molokov: Dirty tricks) Anatoly: I can only say I hope your dream comes true Till that far-off day
Is in something which Gives me the chance Of working with the best. [ANATOLY] I can only say I hope your dream comes true Till that far-off day I hope
[MOLOKOV] We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear. We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere? [