Ants on a log floatin' down a river Runnin' around but not gettin' anywhere Powerstearin' wheels, just ain't connected And we can't jump off like flees
Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherfucking house Telling y'all niggas about that loot Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know? Do
Yeah, c'mon, yeah Some of this ol' hype shit, you know what I'm saying? Fuck with it, punk nigga, yeah Here we go with this ill shit, I knew I had to
Find a piece of happiness, on a rainy day These higher are ablaze Could we ever stop the bid on earth Built it up inside nowhere left to hide Memories
Puedo ver tu sediento desierto ir por carreteras Y no ver el oasis a lo lejos Una vez me quisiste partir Arme el rompecabezas dije bien el trabalenguas
La conoci una tarde con su guitarra cazaba boleros, tenia puesto un jean y una rosita amarilla en el pelo que vas a hacer, me pregunto, soriendo lo que
I am a point in the sky A star in a constellation I am all you see I am Orion's eyes A towering giant's sight Me being of mammoth's size This comes as
I'll tell ya something Scagnetti In all of my days in the penal business And that ain't no small amount of days Right boys? Oh no, nope, Mickey and Mallory
...Alphabetic diagram... ...Of the gross exam... Medical examiners are detectives, who forensically sift through a body of evidence It's rarely simple
All around the world, people are trying Deserted souls try to be filled Spirits left undone, their hearts are hollow I can see in their eyes, hollow lives
Every point of view has another angle And every angle has its merit But it all comes down to faith That's the way I see it You can say that love is not
Oh, joys arise The sun has come again to hold you Sailing out the doldrums of the [Incomprehensible] The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you
I wanna see straight into your eyes just for another second 'cause i need to talk to someone...noone I've never been so full of nothing never been so
[J. L. Campuzano-C. Cortés-A. de C.] Son ya las ocho. El ruido en mi calle es infernal perforan la acera por cuarta vez ó por quinta ya
Sung to the tune of "y.m.c.a." by the village people Antfan, there's no need to feel down I said antfan, cos' we ain't been around I said antfan
10:35 and I hope I?ve made the right decision My heart is beating I?m alive but I don?t call this living Rationalize till I?m blue in the face You cannot
There's ants in the kitchen baby Thought I'd let you know There's ants in the kitchen Thought I'd let you know There's two right there Makin' off with
The flower spreads, and wisdom staggers clue disperses moreover sense has melt away unintentious, but with great effect "Motionless attitude, never selfmade
