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Frontini Francesco Paolo

front of you In front of me Somehow we couldn't see Right in front of you I had to fall to finally see Right in front of you Right in front of me We

't you think my movements talk Shaky lock and kicky door Smokey air that I adore Down in the alley is where I hunt All is quiet on the eastern front

woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front

, hopeful groping breathers All tap together quietly and desperately in unison Hey, hey, hey, is anybody listening? News from the front, news from the front

have professional boundaries I'd like you to be schooled and in awe As though you were kissed by God full on the lips I'm in the front row The front

we throwing heat puttin' mc's on front street turn the volume up a notch we pump beats for throwing heat putting mc's on front street you try to front

And that's on the front porch smoking reefa The weed got 'em feelin' On the front porch getting deeper Ghetto love got 'em feelin', yeah yeah On the front

"Had a bad childhood? We can fix it. Re-sculpt your memory, shorten your perception of. Why not?" "Oh my God!" Feeling like a ??? Severing from this

in a quagmire and there ain't no end to it no 9/11 or uranium to pin the bullshit on she's left standing on the home front the two of them alone