Of phantasmagoric rage el sol es siempre igual. What is there to do? would light up the city
When a woman doesn't want you
And bought a computer
all the same
Switched from streets the beats, platinum linesTá
But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it
At me, the E-v-e, you know the rest
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
(Lift up ye heads o ye glorious gates,
BLEIB' LIEBER Z'HAUS BEI DEINER IRMA
A cabe+ža diz que +ę besteira
In the merry morning of May
And those young girls love the smell of flowers,
To the only woman taking up my time
I am the luckiest.
See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's
DE ESAS QUE DE FUEGO ME QUEMAN
I've been here before it does pass
Your lease on life is about to expire
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
SOLO NOS ESCONDEMOS
QuT+ang+ęlique
I'll pay for it tomorrow"
i give my hand to you with all my heart
YOU'VE TURNED YOUR HEAD
Can help but to speak (+óÔéČ+ôDamn daddy how ya doing?+óÔéČ?)
as long as you've got the cash, to pay for Cochran
Now while we're young enough
In the day you can see the children playing