Bombs away But we're o.k. Bombs away In old bombay Bombs away But we're o.k. Bombs away In old bombay Bombs away But we're o.k. Bombs away In old bombay
Tulkojums: Dzelt. Bumbas Away.
Talk to me Tell me your name You blow me off like it's all the same You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away Like a bomb Yeah, baby Talk to me Tell me
, time run out Nothin' to lose Lightin' the fuse to the bomb Nothin' to lose Nothin' to lose, time run out Nothin' to lose Lightin' the fuse to the bomb
' in too close Let me lay it on the table, forget stable Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the label You got nothin' to lose, come on choose Stay away
of barbed wire Taught by Ebenezer Scrooge in my mom's church choir The death stalker, New York trendtogrophy The G O D, 120 degree geography The bomb
on you I will shit I'll shit on you Girl you know I'll shit on you Bitch or man I'll shit on you I will shit (Swift aka Swifty McVeigh) I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin bombs
da, da I'll shit on you, I will shit I'll shit on you, girl, you know I'll shit on you, bitch or man I'll shit on you, I will shit I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin' bombs
, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets, address me stone bringer Ease away
classified secondary Could we go on? If we ain't strong, I doubt it For now, I put the problems away, I'm really crowded with stress So I go and drink away
But I go back every time Maybe one day we'll come together Across the great divide I saw a bombed aisle, heard a gunshot ring Saw two matchsticks burn, felt the bedsheets sting
gonna leave soon but first I need to Drink a Chevy Chase face and rape Robo Cop 2 (MC Historical Inaccuracy) Yo, I'm MC Historical Inaccuracy I drop lyrical bombs
you, da da da da I'll shit on you, I will shit I'll shit on you, girl you know I'll shit on you, bitch or man I'll shit on you, I will shit I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin' bombs
they fins The better brains will preach the village through the city square To the light, heavy and middle-weight integrate Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase Oohmy bomb
