1 wants
does sue want to go to greece? sue doesn't want to go to greece
2 eats. kate doesn't est. does kate eat?
3 play. do we we don't
4 does. does my friend do my friends doesn't
5 read. do u read books? you don't read books.
6 cooks. does andy cook pizza? andy doesn't cook pizza
7 watch. do i watch tv on sundays? i don't watch tv on sundays
8 sends. does molly send card to granny? molly doesn't send card to granny
9 works. does my father work as banker? my father doesn't work as banker
10 speak. do they speak french? they don't speak french
chorus:
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
it's a crazy love, parallel the music of the courts.
is freedom for my soul and friends kids.
i'm harry houdini, prisoner of routine,
which is paired with time
without stopping flying is still broke
all our ships we're waiting on eternal repeat.
watch out for the crew, not sakallah
here dwells the failure of the tower high floor.
this is creepy, screwed; and the history of the end of,
but still spinning the bike.
our amg zero where zero?
where are blanks? where the balls are howling?
who's hopeless? who is warrior?
not without a fight. the crowd is not on principles, not princes.
but from any not pawns in giving.
you, put your swords in the scabbard, there's a battle of needles.
foil and so on, you knock it off
the load on the body you will need twice as much.
poems after all not theme incognito tera
these are the saddest nights.
on the streets without problems every yard and district,
recognizes our handwriting.
we are here to melt exactly blog-in my soul shell.
there's nothing to do, bro, hip-hop is my everything.
i write like a donkey relentlessly. those who are in a rut a long time -
they do not dangle my bits.
they call me weird? ok!
i'm stuck with the muse, dilemma tracks: biggie, tupac, eminem.
the broadcasting point is the same-the city of comfort and blue sky.
it's time for me to distribute the stages in the case i'm seven years old.
and as would until now album of there is no, and this is gnawing.
away with statutes, dilemmas, and wars
what's on tv, quite chubby vparivaet d * beat.
for what? for what? for fun.
i'm a rapper,not a doctor!
let this choice me come out sideways,
but after same, believe i -
locke's mania will lead me.
to not near not close and the star,
i was looking for in the sky -
lay in all of this time under windows.
i dreamed about what i had for a long time.
is freedom for my soul and friends kids
1 wants
does sue want to go to greece? sue doesn't want to go to greece
2 eats. kate doesn't est. does kate eat?
3 play. do we we don't
4 does. does my friend do my friends doesn't
5 read. do u read books? you don't read books.
6 cooks. does andy cook pizza? andy doesn't cook pizza
7 watch. do i watch tv on sundays? i don't watch tv on sundays
8 sends. does molly send card to granny? molly doesn't send card to granny
9 works. does my father work as banker? my father doesn't work as banker
10 speak. do they speak french? they don't speak french
chorus:
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
it's a crazy love, parallel the music of the courts.
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
is freedom for my soul and friends kids.
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
it's a crazy love, parallel the music of the courts.
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
is freedom for my soul and friends kids.
i'm harry houdini, prisoner of routine,
which is paired with time
without stopping flying is still broke
all our ships we're waiting on eternal repeat.
watch out for the crew, not sakallah
here dwells the failure of the tower high floor.
this is creepy, screwed; and the history of the end of,
but still spinning the bike.
our amg zero where zero?
where are blanks? where the balls are howling?
who's hopeless? who is warrior?
not without a fight. the crowd is not on principles, not princes.
but from any not pawns in giving.
you, put your swords in the scabbard, there's a battle of needles.
foil and so on, you knock it off
the load on the body you will need twice as much.
poems after all not theme incognito tera
these are the saddest nights.
on the streets without problems every yard and district,
recognizes our handwriting.
we are here to melt exactly blog-in my soul shell.
there's nothing to do, bro, hip-hop is my everything.
i write like a donkey relentlessly. those who are in a rut a long time -
they do not dangle my bits.
they call me weird? ok!
i'm stuck with the muse, dilemma tracks: biggie, tupac, eminem.
the broadcasting point is the same-the city of comfort and blue sky.
it's time for me to distribute the stages in the case i'm seven years old.
and as would until now album of there is no, and this is gnawing.
away with statutes, dilemmas, and wars
what's on tv, quite chubby vparivaet d * beat.
for what? for what? for fun.
i'm a rapper,not a doctor!
let this choice me come out sideways,
but after same, believe i -
locke's mania will lead me.
to not near not close and the star,
i was looking for in the sky -
lay in all of this time under windows.
i dreamed about what i had for a long time.
chorus:
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
it's a crazy love, parallel the music of the courts.
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
is freedom for my soul and friends kids.
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
it's a crazy love, parallel the music of the courts.
badabum, badabum of badabim, badabum -
is freedom for my soul and friends kids