a crime against the state This is the meaning of life Tune this electric guitar Tune this electric guitar To tune this electric guitar Tune this electric guitar Electric
Traducción: Talking Heads. Guitarra.
I'm charged up, don't put me down Don't feel like talking, don't mess around I feel mean, but I feel okay I'm charged up, electricity Is that what you
right, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity
Company You know that he can still recall when the company was God, Man was a slave Throughout a war-torn strife, My daddy held his lit electric light
the nipple next Bitch, which is worse? My bark or my bite You heard about me and now I'm fucking you from dark to the light You must of thought I got nicer talking
mike and rap the rhyme Don't you mess or we'll wreck the line so fine, so fine Sunrise, Sunset Rockman Rock, he don't talk much Never was ? and his Bitch
you're ready I'll re-dream your dreamscapelandscapeskyscrapeskydive in a swan lake chasing beat breaks we can take a cake walk through my program and talk megabites gigabites kilohertz and electric
unconscious? After I squeeze your head like the Charmin' Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric
're lost inside your head and never com-ing home [Aceyalone] Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web Hiding in your head amongst the living
rock this, look Yo brown is my complexion, I got that electric connection Now who needs some protection? We rocking hip-hop, come in and turn your gun off Gave you the mic and off the head
to the neverland ranch you never dreamed But you slept and I witnessed it It's over your head it's way outta your grasp now You're outta weed outta cash
[Violent J] Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less I'm staring at the freak that I know I
turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...." (1st Verse) Sittin in my class with my head on my desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give
you talk loud and clear It's the same as the same Sad echo around here I promise you this winter I will worship you like God And ride your train forever Electric
the 309 Of the 309, of the 309 Put me in my box on the 309 Take me to the depot, put me to bed Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head Everybody
we get biz, yeah I'ma let you have it Let's do this Yo, my life is clientele, while pro people talk about me Cut empty pocket, shark faces like electric
to the deuce I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch At the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga You still a bitch nigga Sticking ya head up at
