I bring death, i bring holocaust. Jury, judge and executioner. Falling into shadows, a season of neglect. This is the dawn of the final revolution. . Everlasting cries in distress, an ashen dream made flesh.
She said, "I need sometime to find myself. I need a little space to think. And maybe we should start seeing other people. Baby, things are moving way too fast for me".
Old man sunshine listen you. Never tell me dreams come true. Just try it and I'll start a riot. Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare. Ever tell me he will care.
Cannibal me. Figuratively. Hoping to be. Someone you need. . How do you love?. how do you know?. What do you see?. . Haven't felt a lot for a while. .
Manga, caju, maracujá, sapoti. Fruta -de -conde, jenipapo, graviola, açaí. Jaca, pitanga, amora e abacaxi. Ah! não há terra generosa como as terras daqui.
I was gonna give up and throw in towel. My back was up against the wall. With too many trials and too much pain. I could not find shelter from the rain.
That stupid little smugness. When you ask about my modesty. But I promise if I'm honest. It's cause you're cute. All the silly histrionics. While on separate plate tectonics.
(Hook x2). Gotta get this money. Gotta get it fast. Grindin for that bankroll. Make it last. Money on my mind. Always where it's at. If you ain't talkin dollars then I'm finna pass.
Verse 1:. Looking at it from a shattered view. because you think it's true. but they're only trying to break you. don't listen to the words they say. don't go that way.
She's got a little black book of secrets in her pocket. Her next victims hidden in the inside of her locket. She comes off quiet but she's loud as hell when she's erotic.
The look on your lips. Well it looks so inviting. We could talk with our tongues. Or we could we use them for biting. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your thighs.
Ooh. police officers go away. and never come back again. it will save lives. and prove that. black lives do matter. there was something happening ago.
[Chorus: Female]. This is old School. Like a boom box. Sample that pete rock. This is old school. Like a boom box. Real life no boondocks. This is old School.
[Intro: Project Pat]. BLACKED OUT. . [Chorus: Damas]. And a bumbaclot feel it real tough. Till they run up, Blacked out. And a bumbaclot feel them real tough.
We might be crazy. We might be drunk. We're sipping on whisky. . And now here we come. And we're riding dirty. This might be fate. Three words are for your face.
lyrics:. . na banda me sweager. na ghumu bandi le-ker. jalte hain mujhse sare. mera talent dekh ker. neki ki duniya nhi. na bharosa kisi ek per. bhai diary rakhi hogi , waha us rek per.
How can these my ears deceive me. The recognition hits me hard. I know this song, I know these words. I know I gotta play the part. . Black swamp water.
What're you gonna do 'bout the motherfuckin' world. When it drags you down. When right turns wrong and slaps you in the face. And you hit the ground. .
Ba ba ba ba ba ba. Ba ba ba ba ba ba. Boomerang. She's stuck in my brain. Ba ba ba ba ba ba. Ba ba ba ba ba ba. Boomerang. She's stuck in my brain. . I've been thinkin' bout you lately.