get high on you, I get high on you, there's no one else who can do what you do I get high -- high on you (solo) you're in my eyes when I look in the mirror
Prevod: Angeli. High On You.
(Oh Canada we stand on guard, for thee) I told this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O
angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
With the sentence you've been handed All your angels will ignore you As your life flashes before you Even still you keep on fighting Through the thunder
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you
which you teach To the youth on the streets today With the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin' I'm sweatin' heavy 'cos my face is on
And all of you out there know what I'm talkin' 'bout If you claim you're down then never sell-out Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for yours You
love..." Baby doll it's on You were made for me baby, since the day you were born You just had to find the player that was right for you Now you met
way I roll You ain't no G Mami, mamasita, have you ever, flown on G5's From London to Ibiza, you gotta have Cape Town You'll have Sunday's with chiquitas You
to me True love, true love So on and on it will always be True love, true love For you and I have a guardian angel On high with nothing to do But to
with you and just erase it for me you can never reminisce when you forget it all careful what you wish for, you just might get it all now my life is angel
an angel And believe me when I say She got that whole place glowin' She got that whole place glowin' She got that whole place glowin' And she's high
who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you
the liquid see Cast a net, can you catch, so you can't see me As in death you can climb higher through the sky Show your wings surely you can fly Fly
by angels with 4-4's (Yeah) Terror retaliate, show 'em how real it be A split second 'fore you blazed They probably thought you was me (Preach on) Returning on
Just stay, right by my side (just you and i) Just you and I, Just you and i, Just you and I. [Ricky Blaze:] Baby girl, you can tell your friends about
