Tekst :

All my friends
They all live in pain
Longing for the warmth of childhood to bring them home again
All my friends
They got broken hearts
And if the world’s a stage we’re searching for our parts

We’ll face the winds that break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze

All my friends
They got broken wings
Never will you hear them asking why the caged bird sings
All my friends
They know how to live
Oh, so much sorrow and so much love to give

We’ll face the winds that break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze

Now we all know that the storm is coming
Every body wants to know which way to go
I see the crowds a running
The wind’s gonna blow

All my friends are dear to me
Oh when the storm comes they’re as close as family
All my friends are the ones I choose
Oh, if I hear them knockin’
You know I can’t refuse

We’ll face the winds that break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze

All my friends

feat. Popeye, Sam

Mac talking:

Yeah I got these motherfucking Warlocks in this biatch
So you know its all about that World War 3 Nigga
You feel me nigga haha
My nigga Sam
My nigga Popeye
Shout out to my nigga BI-Geezy...

So cool, so high…
only believers in death will die

Chorus

Cooler than cool
higher than high
colder than cold
death will die

When we’re movin’ we are movin’ hardcore
we ah kick in the door with bum tune galore
ever livin’ ever faithful ever sure
people out there look bored
don’t want the plastic no more

bridge
We are the last ones...

Zabra zabra zabrali mi tatusia
i co ja teraz będę robić musiał
zabra zabra zabrali mi tatusia
i co ja teraz będę robić musiał

zabra zabra zabrali mi tatusia
już wiem co teraz będę robić musiał
zabra zabra zabrali mi tatusia

Gotta eat

[Intro]
I swear when I see this nigga, I ma kill em, I m going to kill him, so make niggas suffa.

[Chorus]
My man said life aint easy when niggas gotta eat thats when shit get greasy streets be all
Like feed me feed me when niggas gotta eat thats when shit get...

Saviour machine

President Joe once had a dream
The world held his hand, gave their pledge
So he told them his scheme for a Saviour Machine

They called it the Prayer, its answer was law
Its logic stopped war, gave them food,
How they adored till it cried in its boredom,

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