paroles de chanson Hanging On - Bronze Nazareth

Yo my nigga took one at his home
Lost for sure catacombs
Glad I'm home, Bronzeman gladiate zone
Good cheeba I rack Tambi Hali stack numbers
Lost 40 beats this summer
Shark week we swim in thunder
In the hummer in my dreams
My deepest slumber never seen
Water the plants feed the seeds
Turn around hammer totin', we let the lead meet the breeze
Had to squeeze off next door the circus trapeze
Measly fiends, fuckin' stole my equipment, took some dream
Had bout 11 angry niggas, fanger-prints on machines
And if we really found Reg, one of us triple 15's
Back when Slick had the .40 Cal, Coney Island eating Sal's
Studio break, aroma dollar grab them white owls
White grape my life is like a fire escape
Pyro technique sparking shit, pardon me
I'm trying to park my ship
These ain't no starter clips
I'ma shift in my favor that's just some honest shit
The monolith
Prepared to wait beyond the common length
Diamond link encrusted W
The mail slot, he saw me shove the muzzle through
A couple Brothers who guzzle brew
The summer through
Winter come Svedka, and goose, keep em from turning blue
They just hanging too