So we can run through So we can run So we can run through And work on falling in love Verse 2 While his plane is crashing down below Towards the
Översättning: Working Title. The Crash.
[Chorus] So we can run through So we can run So we can run through And work on falling in love [Verse 2] While his plane is crashing down below Towards
'm soaring high Oh to look up and find you with wings on tight Your head faced down You're spinning around Crashing down on me you'll go crashing (crashing
ya Bitch ass niggas don't wanna test the skills Word is bond God, I think you best to chill See I splash flesh, money like crash test dummies And cash
every action is a prayer the bear won't attack me, I be, attackin the bear, see back in the day I used to work in a bookstore my job was to find whatever
to the parking lot And meet the two men, who then, put your loot in my pocket I tried jockin myself, but that didn?t work After I realized that God was
of Songs by Shel Silverstein", copyright 1968, Evil Eye Music. 2. From Bobby Bare's 1973 album, "Lullabys, Legends and Lies"... titled "Paul".
(feat. Celph Titled) [Big Voice] Yo, we're here to break down our science, know'mean? You know what time it is? [Lil Voice] Yeah, yeah, I know what time
roller, title holder For my nigga J-Love, Brace yourself.. [Verse 1] 1, 2, yo, yo, I swing swords, one into four like Charlie Ward Clep shooter, crash
fresh Mass Avenue to Bangladesh So check, I blast back at you my aim's the best So now, crashed attitudes have laid to rest Discouraging younster's idols straight taking titles
(feat. Islord) [Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Holy water, heh, what? [P.R. Terrorist] Master my craft, flashback on lyricist crash Hid behind the moon, waited
to The parking lot to meet the two men, who then put your loot in my pocket I try jocking myself but that didn't work, after I realised that God was watching
my e-mail Pull down a satellite - clown me a atomite I get at 'em like - give me a hug And then infect they ass with this millenium bug So they computers crash
ass niggas don't wanna test the skills Word is bond god I think you best to chill See I splash flesh, money like crash test dummies And cash checks bluntly
