the world When I'm on top of you, baby Spend the night with me And get popular baby, po-popular, baby Uh, she a monster but I'm a beast tho' Take her
Yeah, so anesthetize this aesthetic we've got this all wrong we're inordinately subordinate, enslaved by your fashion We're nurturing apathy with our
a lover but the loving's gone She's a lover, she's a smoking gun Bang, bang, you're done Now I'm a man with all this Weird stuff inside his head She's a
call it shooting craps, and my roof is back And my wings is up Kingda Ka without Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup Young Yakuza but, none
to get it Like this time, so let it ride Hey, Mr. Big Shot Hey, Mr. Big Shot Hey, Mr. Big Shot, hey, Mr. Big Shot Come on swing it like a natural Busy
Traducere: Sadaharu. O abordare deconstructiviştii Pentru a culturii populare.
popular chicos ricos no se asusten tanto esto es solo una fiesta popular chicas ricas no le tengan miedo esto es solo una fiesta popular chicos ricos
the world when I'm on top of you babe, spend the night with me and get popular babe, popular babe x2 [Lil Wayne] she a monster but I'm a beast tho take
I learned a lesson today And I can tell you it's the same You just won't believe me because you work more Stick to the plan It's not how many words you
be the last time Say it like you mean it 'Cause you're never going to get it So let it ride Hey Mr. Big Shot Hey Mr. Big Shot Come on swing it like a
it grows and it grows do you fucking know me or are you judging by popular opinion I think you are are you judging this popularity contest is nothing less than a
like that I'm made for off road you laid back like a made back You're a real soft nigga with a real soft spot Type hit the weed chokin' want a fuckin
Summer sky and a throat bone dry And the fields are all gold Dusty lane with a song in my brain And it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards
in a dream that lasts forever Just a lot of souls turning in a circle warming Touching all the flames that reach, so deep within our eyes Just a little
O Sonho e popular (Humberto Gessinger) a pampa e pobre o pais e pobre e pobre a pampa (O Pib e pouco) o pove pena mais nao para (poesia e um porre) o
the time you live There's something out there Just wanna know, how far to live on there's one more avenue in this town And in the red room At a distance