are lost in the ice Now they are lost in the ice, lost in the ice Now they are lost in the ice, lost in the ice They build up life from desert and stones
was occupied but the climate changed the borders, now they are lost in the ice Now they are lost in the ice, lost in the ice They build up life from
Prijevod: Bijes. Lost In The Ice.
I'd rather be with you George and Bootsy, what a hell of a crew But since you've been lost, yo, I've been so lost too So Flash your lights in the air
the arctic shelf Life, lost in the ice Back in the new world Secrets in a weird world Timeless and undistorted Life, lost in the ice Back in the new world
lost It's all gone Once so proud once so strong Watch the ashes roll away The pain that I portray The emotions rage All black within Crawling on ice
pap pap, sleep softly nap nap napsack 340 like fuck another nigga nigga just dont be the target young new orleans nigga nigga just dont be retarded we done lost
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city
pap sleep softly nap nap napsack 340 like fuck anotha nigga nigga just dont be the target young New Orleans nigga nigga just dont be retarted we done lost
the desperate one When the storm rages on and on... ...and once again it strikes forth with such a furious howling blow No mercy given for the lost who
Gotta learn to practice what you preach Can't understand, guess I'll paraphrase Now, allow this spark, set the mic ablaze Because all my rage just builds
don't hold gate, this is no trial, this a closed case thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager, im no angel, my hoes like a sega Streets of rage
Let's get wild Yeah, master ace in the house The whole action posse's in the house Ice-u-rock's in the house, dj marley marl's in the house Steady pace
my life My world, my loss, my rage Agnostic for the greater good When the good things seem to be few and far between Conscious loss of conscience Packed the body on ice
Now, I'm standing in the kitchen carvin' up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business, and in storms my husband Wilbur, in a jealous rage. "You
