You
Hook me up with a revolution
This one is a lie
Sit around laughing and watch the last one die
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something healthy, fun and bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of life
Make my way back home when I learn to fly high
Think I'm dying of some patience
It can wait one night
Give it all away if you give me your one last try
With half of the ever-trapped in future, save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything's alright
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something healthy, fun and bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly high
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Home with me I can't quite make it low
Try to make this life by your fly
Home with me I can't quite make it low
Try to make this life by your high
Looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something healthy, fun and bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to
Looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something healthy, fun and bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly high
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to
Make my way back home
Zammina, mina, wah-ooh, waka, wah-ka
Zammina, mina, zamgaleah
Ho na wa, ah ah, zammina, mina
Hang o, ee, ee, hang o, ee, ee, ee, ee.
Zang mi dami la zang kare wa, anawah ah ah.
Chang o ee, ee, zang o, ee, ee, ee.
Zaminaminan Zangalewa Anawa
Zaminaminan Waka Waka
Zaminaminan Zangalewa Anawa
Zaminaminan Waka Waka
Shanggu, cổ国,杀民东 杀民东
thanks for large support
I know I, I
Hello Brooklyn
New York, New York
It's the hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up
And I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name
Only know my missiles
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my hay
And now I'm cut my balls because I don't care
You tried to get flicked, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold-finger knuckles
Fingers fly as me
You're always sticking to phone ladies
With a handgun, I'm a buffalo soldier
Broad in the Broadway
Keep keeping on, I don't care what they say
I'm not very loud, I disturb my neighbor
I want to enjoy the brutes of my labor
Cause I am the holder of the three-packed Vanessa
If you open the book, then you will get your answer
I am the keeper of the three-packed Vanessa
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer
I saw, I read, I fell
M-O-N-E-Y, the bell
I stay at home, just like a hermit
I got the jimmy, but I don't got the permit
You know why, you got a boyfriend and his name is Mitch
And a bell caught with the shrimpy landing stick
I ride around town, cause my friends fly
A side of me in Brooklyn
Just to watch him die
And in a ring-ring, where no one lives
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
With a tree, where I fell, I didn't see anything
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy, sleep in
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
I'm the character of the night
All the clothes on his old clothes
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And when the people pass around in Tivolo
You don't have to go to your husband
The fairies, the fairies, they choose to dance
No one in the two cassettes
They just continue to sit down
Down on some comfort and sound, big brother
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And their accent sounds like
To become a punk, warm up, talk to daddy
And they sing Sloppy
And they sing three pity songs
Sloppy
And they sing three pity songs
Sloppy
And they sing Sloppy
Sloppy
If I could, if I could, try
If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, if I could fly
Like a king of the sky
Could not a monofil
I would be a chariot
If I could fly
See the world from my eyes
Would not some monofil
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
Like a king of the sky
Could not a monofil
I would be a chariot
If I could fly
See the world from my eyes
Would not some monofil
I would be a chariot
If I could fly
Like a king of the sky
Could not a monofil
If I could fly
Like a king of the sky
If I could fly
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
Like a king of the sky
