Pretend to learn Where's the lay of the land My son Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son The last Briton on
Traducere: The Fall. Lay Of The Land.
back in the day yo that ain't nothing recent 'Cause now-a-days it be bitches we like to speak with Eat with Lay them down and sleep with Type of pussy
beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand So led by light a star is sweetly gleaming Become the wisemen from the orient land The King of kings lay
fall by chance On this sweet romance ... Where the light of the moon, and the lay of the land
to understandin' and we won't fall For better or worse times, I hope to me you call So I pray everyday more than anything friends will stay as we begin to lay
you gently with my hands We talked about travellin' the distant lands Escaping all the madness out here in the world Becomin' my wife no longer my girl Then you let your dress fall
glowing hearts by his cradle we stand So, led by light of a star sweetly gleaming Here came the wise men from the orient land The King of Kings lay thus
gently with my hands We talked about traveling the distant lands Escaping all the madness out here in the world Becoming my wife no longer my girl Then you let your dress fall
Givin' up slang tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang, bang Straight land ah, the heartless where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution Straight prosecution little Lay
die of murda, bloody mo' murda? Living in the Land of the Heartless, coming up daily Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them
keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die The wicked is near me Dearly departed but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It
us Kings 'til the sundown Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay down Come on, now let me take you back to The Land You know where the
' this shit from Cleveland to L.A. Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it? I don't give a fuck where you lay at
this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a f**k where you lay at
house The lack of makin' money make a motherfucker bend If you'd rather me than you die in the end again and again I made it over to dry land but still
I go? ?cause I've been here before Should I even up the flow? Lay back and let it flow ?Cause in my head I didn?t think That I could fall in love with
dirt Just sand, just rock Dry land, vast and silent Only being, only breathing We're just children of believers There is fire in these leaves and they fall
