(feat. Lloyd Banks) [Chorus:] My bandana Your my star Your my moon My guitar We don't know Where we are. Still we stand [Verse 1: Maino] They say people
She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low
Can you remember when When we used to live Never in distress? Or can you picture then Only used to pride Ourselves on neatness? I can't understand What
Sittin' alone in my cold prison cell Watchin the sinkin' sun My trial on earth is over now But my main trial is yet to come My main trial is yet to
That I'm ready to pass I'm on my way Can't settle down Stuck in ways of sadistic joy My talent only goes as far as to annoy I'm on my way This is my Main
So we're back here again Tip toeing round the edge of the end Wondering who will be last to admit That we're finally over Turned twenty one on the day
Baby I'll be your soldier. Gladly, I'll do your bidding Just a taste of what you're holding, for just a taste you could own me...me. Save your sermons
Your sky seems so cloudy I can barely see a single star Your eyes become teary And find yourself hiding in the dark You are not alone Someone?s here
F-f-f-foolin Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, yeah! Fuckin foolin' f-f-f-foolin Fuck!
It's a first impression Silence is deceiving But just around the corner I can hear I can hear you breathe It's a calm confession A curious obsession No
Tried to keep me wonderin' All the time Didn't think I knew, Lord What you was up to But everywhere you go Met them friends of mine And you know
We walk side by side with an angel And I hold hands with the devil And everything feels the same It always feels the same Nothing ever changes I can?
pa ir agarrando el avion... Soy alegre y parrandero me gusta tenerlo todo carros nuevos y dinero tambien empinarme todo mi cumpleanos lo festejo con la banda
La citta e una miniera.. pala e picco Minatori all'aria aperta.. monnezzari Chiedo scusa a chi m'aspetta chi nun sona me sta a rispetta Grazie signori
Baby I'll be your soldier. Gladly, I'll do your bidding Just a taste of what your holding, for just a taste you could only... me. Save your sermons for
Many MC's are mislead Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads The money and the fame that they're hoping to find Will never come close to the
