e dissero senza parafrasare: At iniwan akong nakatanga. You thought the light was your friend, Close to you 'cause I want you close to me, yeah
A stronger soul from another death
always be my supastar,
that he wrote this one
One more thing that you'll discover
Oh how could something be so satisfying?
Mwah!
when you read the new york times
Is a pension for the jews
I've gone
Don't fall apart,
Put this writing on your tomb
At Pearl City
you wouldn't believe the things you didn't see,
Fuck your little magazine, too! I don't need your little fuckin' magazine!
Siguro'y malapit ka na ring sumali
Natorious Lama is how I'm livin' don't step to me step to the rhythm
Big shit ya grip,
maladjusted
y yo te busco a ti, te busco a ti;
Calling my attention I look up
Now that we're together we just can't go wrong
Not even a message.... just
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennesee
Now when it's your time to die