Traducción: T-Rex. Trumpet anões azuis.
with no lips to play the trumpet Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie Who plays the trumpet
somethin' blue And when the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down, tryin' to hide the tears Oh, she just couldn't believe it She heard the trumpets
God is real I know that it's the truth by the way it feels 'Cause I saw starfish and sponges Fish shaped like trumpets So many different colors I stayed
She caught the ball by the mission bell Chase lizards, bark at donkeys, the love of a Martian Let's bow our head and let the trumpets blow Our girl
in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin' (Come on) Krillz Yeah, yo, yo He thinks he's A, she thinks she's VA Singin' in the mirror they think it's easy Blue
't you climb on board? Is your manager managing to manage for the best? Or is he making out fine for himself? Does your record label bring you in with trumpets
: Madchild] Hang the hang man Jesse James gang Guns drawn at sundown, fun starts from one pound The one pound of marijuana, new era Shame blue lightning
) Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) Who'll ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya) Break out with the trumpet service something
again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day! Keep smiling through, just like you always do, 'till the blue
women are post game MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain It's coming too soon, album on the way People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue
through the hurricane waters And I'll remember you in the blue skies See I will carry you in the hurricane waters And I'll remember you in the blue skies
in the bathroom, when we makin love Music in the bedroom, music in the livingroom, music in the bathroom,when we making love [Baby Blue] Yeah, Baby Blue
Luther's standin' in the window Watching the world Floating by him tonight Luther's hands once held a chain With keys to a home and a blue Chevrolet
You, you deserve higher than I can sing Deserve lower than the trumpet can swing You, you deserve all Me, I'm beyond all that ism and blues I'm beyond
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
chairs, dis on this years Cokes drippin' off juice and gins As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax Trumpet
boy say boy that's a plenty for me! You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn down where the blues was born you'll be gone the trumpets
