birds can't sing along Does anybody know, how the story really goes? How the story really goes? Or should we all just hum along Sell your soul and sign an autograph Big bang baby
Oh man, oh man, she sure look fine My baby's eyes are as clear as the bluest sky My baby's eyes are as clear as the bluest sky If the world were like my baby
mind, 'cause i love you, i need you girl Baby baby baby, you know we go back for oh so long Baby baby baby, used to having you here in my arms Baby baby baby
can't sing along Does anybody know how the story really goes How the story really goes Or do we all just hum along Sell your soul and sign an autograph Big bang baby
Tulkojums: Akmens Temple Pilots. Big Bang Baby.
Tulkojums: Akmens Temple Pilots. Big Bang Baby (LP versija).
your head Where the birds can't sing along Does anybody know how the story really goes Or should we all just hum along Sell your sole and sign an autograph Big bang baby
birds can't sing along Does anybody know how the story really goes How the story really goes Or do we all just hum along Sell your soul and sign an autograph Big bang baby
in your head Where the birds can't sing along Does anybody know how the story really goes Or should we all just hum along Sell your sole and sign an autograph Big bang baby
leave him in the dirt (dirt), bang bang boy wanna beat on my drum bang bang boy cause u know I come come, (Kalenna) Dont make me lean on em baby boy
Well, I guess a lot of niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same game Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Big Big Bang, the reason I?m alive, when all the Stars collide,in this Universe inside. The Big Big Bang, (oh, hmmm )The Big Big Bang, The Big Big Bang. Big Big
big big bang The reason I'm alive When all the stars collide In this universe inside The big big bang The big big bang, the big big bang Hit me big, big, big, bang
hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big
his ear "This is what we got to do, G" Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 'Cause baby-mama
lunatic with too much grip to let her slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey
up a part They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real gee's ain't listenin! But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap and everybody bangs
