Małgorzata Strzałkowska wiersz pt. Budki - teksty piosenek, wg trafności (od zawsze) - Teksciory.pl

Quit Hatin' Pt.1 - Too Short

"(Lil' Jon) Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!) Bitch!! (Yeah!)"

Raining Holiday, Pt. 2 - Commander Venus

"My eyes are empty The house is quiet now Today has claimed and ruined me My pulse is waiting As boredom strangles it I might sleep but I won't dream Is that what I need? Is that what I need? I wanted"

Uneventful Vacation, Pt. 1 - Commander Venus

"Beauty is empty eyes Completely void of any warmth or light that complicates our sight Meaning succeeds itself and from the ashes raises new beliefs That I've never felt Doomed to fail, 'cause sound is"

Lowlands Anthem Pt. 1 - Defari

"The burning sands of the lowlands "The L dot A dot" -Tash of Tha Alkaholiks "Hip Hop Drunkies" Yo you don't know man? "The L dot A dot" Yo You don't know man? (x2) Verse 1: Give thanks that's"

Blood Money Pt. 3 - Noreaga

"(Capone) Yo, New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop All the good shit, you smell me nigga? I'm on some hood"

Erste Hilfe Pt.2 - MontanaMax & MixChris

"Es ist die alte Geschichte, nur neue Gesichter noch kann ich damit umgehen, doch der Nebel wird dichter und bist du nicht da, red ich mir ein, dass du mir egal bist Doch alles in mir ndert sich, wenn du"

The Virgin Pt.2 - Killah Priest

"Underworld Governments, rich rules, dark wizard brew They lick blood from her wrist Witch weddings, secret sermons Goat beheading, the oath before the brederens Private sessions, smoke assend to heaven These"

T-Bone (Pt 2) - No Doctors

"I saw you eating breakfast in your hotel I watched your whole hotel burn down Your label's wack You'll put out anything Even let an old bald man sing Sounds like Motorhead without the speed Smells like"

Skin Shed Pt. 3 - Argyle Park

"Heavy in your hands Guess I should have known Manipulation for one of your own Now its time for suffering To shed the skin to which you cling A relic of my everything Is all you've left to hold. I see"

Fred Jones Pt. 2 - Ben Folds

"Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes Things that remind him: 'Life has been good' Twenty-five"

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