that I can't play I don't wanna spend my whole life in this town I can feel it driving me away Baby you and me were meant for higher ground We got to
Prevod: Thunder. Višje Ground.
Shipwreck in a sea of faces There's a dreamy world up there Dear friends in higher places Carry me away from here Travel light, let the sun eclipse you
'cause I get ticked It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm 'bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick It's a trap, fuck my
One, Two One, Two, Three Yeah International underground Thunder pounds When I stomp the ground (Wooh!) Like a million elephants Or Silverback Orangutangs
yeomen, They shall bite the ground! Loose the folds asunder, Flag we conquer under! The placid sky now bright on high, Shall launch its bolts in thunder
I go And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS 2. Raindance © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 Whatcha do whatcha do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do with the higher
the banner of the sky Rain rages the steadings and the open ground And I'm a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes And the valley cannons and thunder
brain is too compound Elevated my soul, you're a flying my sound Like the sun of a sun ray burning up through a cloud Say, Torah food for my brain, let it rain till I drown Thunder
while you're dozing off But in the night should the high tide Sweep me away from you Tell me again, my dear, will you be waiting here? Whenever we leave the ground
keep living And I'll keep moving on ?I'll keep my guard And (Buy) another farm find a hospital To fix a broken arm Be a pedigree On a higher ground ?
stop and wonder Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step
disc These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves When I swerve I?m bustin' adjectives and verbs at curves Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen
em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit
sallow moon's glow My silver palomino Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground I lie in bed and listen to the sound Of the west Texas thunder roll
fragrance I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin' In other countries, they can hear my magnums When they blastin', I heard they sound like thunder
ourselves living on an island We flow like water 'cross the lost city Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti In continents, trade off for payoff And high
high and stands alone Only love Peaceful waters, raging sea, it's all the same to me I can close my eyes and still be free When the waves come crashing down and the thunder
