like birds of prey A scavengers under cover, under cover Look in to the eye of the storm Look out for the force without form Look around, sight and
rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the
Prevod: Rush. Force Ten.
Prevod: Rush. Force Ten Hold Your Fire.
the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist
slingshot on Mars But I'm here by the road, bound to the load I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars Alone with the rush of the drivers who won'
take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud Turn me up some, yo Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows Timberland boots, Air Force
her child and younger brother could just get through At night they come across the levee In the searchlight's dusty glow We'd rush 'em in our Broncos Force
But it's more than life and I don't blame you Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do There's a lot of niggas under ten getting
Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard Ten times outta ten
said Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki Beware of
til the windshield cracks Like that, with a fat bass track And I love my horsey, try to ignore me Scratch my back and you'll force me to dump Dump
