at pictures Of you as a boy Before you retire To heavenly joy Unknown, unknown brother I'll meet you someday Unknown, unknown brother We'll walk through fields where children play
stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
waitresses who shake their heads completely at a loss Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite ?cause everyone?s away on holiday HVA? Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play
I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from he streets
I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I
the state of play Are you looking at it Is it looking at you It's just a state of play It's just a state of play No point in kidding let the children
(nasty beats) that's what they (used to say) tekaka-ooe, i can't define a men for tryin'to define yo ass,(cause i was used to blam, well how ya play
, free Free, free, free When you can eat what you wanna eat And sleep where you wanna sleep And say what you wanna say I like the children play what they wanna play
put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane bags, I've found my way To heads of state and children at play I'm financed in China, ran in
"Look at this mouth, look at these eyes look at these ears look at this hair line" "they match!" "they match the hairline the ears, the mouth, the nose
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart And on every day of the summertime You'll hear children chasing ice cream carts They'll play it on your
Wonderful thing A childrens song A childrens song (Child, child, the child, child) (A child is the father of man) Have you listened as they played (
' air with song No one's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone Was it ever there at all? But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, c'mon children,
is "Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home. It's the same
''Don't tread on me" Come hear uncle John's band playing to the tide Come with me or go alone, he's come to take his children home It's the same story
, honey, while I sing your song On the bank where children play 'ring a levio' Come on and show me somethin' I don't know On the bank where children play
Dry dusty road Dry dusty road Brother, won't you carry me along This dry dusty road Children shallying Playing in the morning sun Spike-heeled lady Running
