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Cream White Room

In the white room with black curtains near the station Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your

Prijevod: Krema. White Room.

(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses

(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses

I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred? For all the losers [Menace Clan] Hey yo, mayday mayday! Raise the white

young kid growin' up Lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up To rock crowds, make money, chill wit' the honeys Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me Shits funny, how impossible Cream

lived, a twenty five to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive Cream is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk Three G's accost in supreme court White

of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there 65 Chevrolet Ipmala peachy cream Cruisin' down the street like two fingers 'Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room

spleen, as a matter of fact, I split ya team No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it, so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams