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Bless me father for i have sinned. those crimes that i commited, well, i did em again. empty my soul to empower yours. lead me blindly down the path to salvations doors. god in your vanity laws
Z płyty:
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begings
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
Z płyty:
Where is the sun
That shone on my head
The sun in my life
It is dead
It is dead
Where is the light
That would play
In my streets
And where are the friends
Z płyty:
She won't be seen today 'cos
She was let down by those near
They thrived upon blood and fear
How hard to hold back a tear
She won't be seen today 'cos
Z płyty:
(Cheeky girls, right now, hip hop, here we go)
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop that's what we want
Verse
We are two girls are here is this boy
Z płyty:
Once i had a name, forgotten now
I breathed the air in a century of wonder
I can hear it now in the darkness of the earth
Gorgeous machines, the sound they made like thunder
Z płyty:
I woke up wednesday morning
Staring at the ceiling
Hoping for deliverance
From the distances in you.
This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of nowhere
Z płyty:
Mother, father, i'm here in the zoo
I can't come home 'cause i've grown up too soon
I got my sentence
I got my command
They said they'd make me major if i met all their demands
Z płyty:
Writer(s): b. lane/r. freed
I like new york in june, how about you?
I like a gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due.
How about you?
Z płyty:
It takes a lot to get to the top
And a little just to fall off quick
And I think I've seen you here before.
Sometimes you fly so high
So fast it makes you sick
Przyjaciele
Zebrahead|Time
Z płyty:Microphone check one, two got to run
Cause everything's money and son I got none
So I got to put my time in rhyme-in
With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing Kick it
Microphone check one, two got to run
Cause everything's money and son I got none
So I got to put my time in rhyme-in
With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing
Coming at you flowing sideways
Everything's my way
Kicking down rhymes from Friday to Friday
Debunk all the things that I find untrue
Got to make my way back cause
I got you
Time, I think its dead, I know it's dead
So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat
So let me get back to the program
If you don't get it then here comes the diagram
Boxing down beats like a heavyweight fighter
Spitting out rhymes like a Pulitzer writer
Always on top cause I won't ever let down
Blowing down beats like a nuclear meltdown
Do what I can cause I got to get through
And I won't ever come back cause I got you
Can I get that far
Let the time fly and give it up to the volume
With the funkadelic flow so I got you
Pozostałe utwory Zebrahead:
Big ShotBootylicious Vinyl
Check
E-Generation
Feel The Way
Fly Daze
Get Back
Go
I Am
I'm Money
In My Room
Jag Off
Livin' Libido Loco
Move On
Now Or Never
Playmate Of The Year
Someday
Subract You
Swing
The Hell That Is My Life
The Real Me
Time
Walk Away
Waste Of Mind
Wasted
What's Going On?
Rescue Me
Over the Edge
Strength
Hello Tomorrow
The Setup
Blur
House Is Not My Home
Into You
Alone
Expectations
Falling Apart
Let It Ride
Type A
Runaway
Dear You
What's Going On
Subtract You
Deck The Halls (i Hate Christmas)
Wannabe
Jagoff
The Real Me
Real Me
Feel This Way
All I Need
Hate
Jag Off
Bootylicious Vinyl
Swing
Walk Away
Check