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Running Wild March On

Never we'll follow their way March on straight to hell With the signs of death in hand March on, scream and yell Bound for a wasted land March on straight

Prijevod: Trčanje Wild. Na ožujak.

marching - hear them screaming Never See them marching - hear them screaming Never we'll follow their way March on - straight to hell With the signs of death in hand March

Yes, sir, once again it's on, Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juiceman, North, North Part 2 Raise your thumbs up, my nigg' It's on, fool

coming from the West Ships and their lawlessness, running wild and the waves Wearing their bright blue summer best Here come the sailors Marching two

me out Now tell me what's that about? I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out Sipping on the Crystal Bitches wanna get wild Popping X and smoking dro' on

The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn. A tug on a heartstring by soft, unknown, fingers. Leading me on, But there's only

before the ford duster parketh, when mommy marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and i'm high on

, oh, oh So many times things pass you by Imagination running wild You've got to start choosing right from wrong Instead of daydreaming all day long So many times things pass you by Imagination running wild