Cibo Matto - Sunday part II
Tekst :
Why can t we dance in the same groove every day?My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1, you make fun of my honesty
But I think consciousness is the same in space... in space...
I m living in the second world, I m watching, watching you from the second world
Don t complain about it, baby, I can not be perfect for you
Still learning every Sunday, I just spend. I just spend...every Sunday... every Sunday
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Bundeskanzler
Bundeskanzler
1998 wir stehen an einem Wendepunkt
Sender aller Länder funkt, unsern Plan zur Änderung
wir melden uns zurück auf jeder Frequenz
(König Boris, Schiffmeister und Dokter Renz)
-Es begab sich vor nicht all zu langer Zeit
Wir hörten Metal Geschreddel aus Seattle und spielten Scrabble
bei behaglicher Beleuchtung auf Boris...
1998 wir stehen an einem Wendepunkt
Sender aller Länder funkt, unsern Plan zur Änderung
wir melden uns zurück auf jeder Frequenz
(König Boris, Schiffmeister und Dokter Renz)
-Es begab sich vor nicht all zu langer Zeit
Wir hörten Metal Geschreddel aus Seattle und spielten Scrabble
bei behaglicher Beleuchtung auf Boris...
Cop it
Woman:
Cop it
Object
Put it in the pot
Then rock it
Put it out
Look how I profit
Haters tryna knock it
But I won t stop
Cuz they know I m about to blow
Yes it s me
The underestimated MC
So, ill with the flow I need a M.D.
Somebody call a doctor
I make em all sick...
Cop it
Object
Put it in the pot
Then rock it
Put it out
Look how I profit
Haters tryna knock it
But I won t stop
Cuz they know I m about to blow
Yes it s me
The underestimated MC
So, ill with the flow I need a M.D.
Somebody call a doctor
I make em all sick...
Easier done than said
Like a Fire Burning in the Kitchen Sink
Like a Choir That Can t Agree On What to Sing
Like a Wild Raging River That Just Can t Find the Will
You Change Your Mind a Thousand Times, Deciding to Stand Still
Better to Live Than to Explain
Better to Write Than to Have Read
Better...
Like a Choir That Can t Agree On What to Sing
Like a Wild Raging River That Just Can t Find the Will
You Change Your Mind a Thousand Times, Deciding to Stand Still
Better to Live Than to Explain
Better to Write Than to Have Read
Better...
Out of time
I see something turning in your mind
Round these vicious circles out of time
I met a [] it s just the same old story
Opening your head it s just look right through me
What gets left when hope gets left behind
Sometime...
Round these vicious circles out of time
I met a [] it s just the same old story
Opening your head it s just look right through me
What gets left when hope gets left behind
Sometime...
Burndown
My love in you
Purified in holy flesh
Our shape blurred
By the frame of hate
Fly out from the edge of time...
White, white
Goddes i sleep in you
Reach me
To the winter s calm
White, white
Goddes i sleep in you
Thy darkest trip
Ends in the seasons change
...
Purified in holy flesh
Our shape blurred
By the frame of hate
Fly out from the edge of time...
White, white
Goddes i sleep in you
Reach me
To the winter s calm
White, white
Goddes i sleep in you
Thy darkest trip
Ends in the seasons change
...