When opinion is brought On by suggestion The anecdote is not evidence Enough for handouts Of daily anesthetic To disguise the next disappointment Or
Traducción: Grau. Will Bending.
when opinion is brought on by suggestion the anecdote is not evidence enough for handouts of daily anesthetic to disguise the next disappointment or
make the grade But now you say I use to go to school with him I use to go to dot dot bim I use to know his older brother I use to be his eighth grade
Zähne - ja YOU HAVE TO DANCE UNTIL THE END " Ach Junge mach watte willst! WHAT'S NOW MY LOVE AROUND THE BEND " Aber wir wieder jetzt mit der Polka
grade But now you say I use to go to school with him I use to go to dot dot (? ) I use to know his older brother I use to be his eigth grade lover Talk
kiss my fist Tip his hat and bend and bow How ya like me now? The OK Coral and the Wild Wild West Is recreated when put to the test Sparks will fly
of solos Sure need you around when its all over Listen, I'm not sayin' this to offend you But, since the day I met you, I knew I would bend you, over
those Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you But since the day I met you I knew I would bend you, over Not sayin its about that Its about us bending
. Balance] Hey how you doing haters? Hope you doing bad, cause I'm doing good Counting all these fucking paper, paper stacks on my desk like I'm grading
cheer sometimes their lipstick will smear cause in my line of work this he-man needs a Sheaa (He Man) I've been appointed straight from the power of grade
the street Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy yo dope from me [Verse 1: Sosa] I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade I came up on
the chin, hit the Henn and then bend One dial 1-800 Old Gold And you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of brown meat Grade A beef, it ain't cheap
it too, yeah right [B-Real] Honey draws bees like dookie draws flies Just like the weed draws me to get high Now I'm not tryin' to bend ya arm I just
yeah) Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy your dope from me [Verse 1: Sosa] I hit my first lick, must've been the seventh grade I came up on
