it on the line That's all I wanna do, I've gotta put it on the line And we haven't got much time I've gotta put it, put it on the line Know what I'm
Prijevod: D'Angelo. Line.
'm for real, i just wanna put it, put it on the line I've gotta put it on the line and we havent got much time I've gotta put it on the line know what
I'm for real, i just wanna put it, put it on the line I've gotta put it on the line and we havent got much time I've gotta put it on the line know what
At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring 'Cos in the ghetto, Santa ain't got a dime Your mother's standin' in the welfare line The way the
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes We'd be headin' in the terminal gate
line, baby get in line Get in line, baby get in line Get in line, baby get in line Get in line, baby get in line
to breathe I'd like to leave this body and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve
There's too much silence in her night She calls herself an angel And she comes to town and that's (L O N D O N) Yeah, just so she can fall (L O N D O
No line of death, no boundaries Up there the eye is hollow The eye is winkin', the winds ablaze Angels howlin', the Sphinx awakens But what can she say, you'd
Pick up the phone, call up the line Call up the request line Call up the line Call up the request line So call up the line Get down wit, down wit us
frozen cold, my veins are blue, Hell to home but satan prove, Good as gold, my angels flew, Yo, they can't knock down mine, Cuffs on flows i lock down lines
ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother I'd
you that I admire it's baby Because you stay with me, maybe, 'cuz you're as crazy as I am 'Cuz when I look at you I can see an angel in your eyes But
lake, we called him Big Jim When I was a kid, my only wish was to get my line in him Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw'd in my line Jim took
I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks
Child] Uncontrolled contortions, sacrificial fetal position [Prevail] It runs through your mind that you'd live to see the sun [Mad Child] Swore that you'd
in the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel
