it with itself And maybe I'm a tree And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate. It's look like sand in a bosom. It's look like burning hair. Maybe I drink it with
[Music:JNE/Garry]
[Music:Fang/Vitoz Lyrics:JNE/Vitoz] It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think
.V.E. All I need?s my love machine, oh L.O.V.E. All I need?s my love machine, oh L.O.V.E. All I need?s my love machine, oh L.O.V.E. All I need?s my love
, then to his shoulder Soldier, should of read my file or folder I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska The blaster, you don't need a rocket, I'll get you to NASA I
streets where it's nothin' but love I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove I'm in the hood 'cause I'm dedicated If I was you, I woulda
In agony they cry and scream And children and children And children and children Skin peeled hanging in strips
in my heart a valley so true I wanna know where to start and baby Deep in my heart it's true, I will follow you Deep in my heart it's true, I'll be there
She'll love you, sure You made her cry Jonee, you're bad You're gonna make her sad Jonee went to the pawnshop Bought himself a guitar Now he's gonna
it, that's right! I've an uncontrollable urge I've an uncontrollable urge It's got style, it's got class So strong I can't let it pass I gotta tell
left hand You got your right hand You got your left hand You got your right hand While the left hand diddling While the right hand goes to work I said
I turned around my head Seeing all those vessels, made up my mind I'd better flee and leave them far behind They started to fire as I contacted my
's so easy, easy) (It's so easy, easy) It's so easy It's so right (Bartender) It's so easy To rock it all night It's so easy It's so right (Bartender
little Jack and Jill They ski down a hill There's a snow plow turn Look, there's a spill There's a spill on the hill When you're down, it's a thrill
are flouers of our life; let's trample them". And then people agree with his words, They found them interesting. "Children are flouers of our life; let's
can I do? It's just my self-destructiveness And always wasting all my breath And it's still a mystery Why I'm doubting all my dreams All the things that I
asked me where to go in a nowhere land I'm in a state of sand And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I'll be okay Brother's on my right and left They
knife in his hands Wolf in the fold A story to be told He didn't do it, he's innocent You've gotta see there's gotta be a wolf in the fold He