Cause knowing that you're right Will show you the light Knowing when you've done wrong Feeling bad with fright Because knowing that you're right Will show you the light
Tłumaczenie: Humble Pie. The Light Of Love.
Tłumaczenie: Humble Pie. Red Light Mamma, Red Hot!.
to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out
an antenna, you're just a code. You translate like a book, the fuses all cook. You eat humble pie and it tastes of the road. Lightly babe, oh the fine lights
, oh no I am a D.J., I am what I play I got believers, believing me, oh One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces Fast food, living nostalgia Humble pie
disguise So we take our snappy patterns And use them as knives Now, there's nothing left for me to try My own arrogance and humble pie But I?ll be alright
weaver of dreams Behind the sun that knows, it seems that I am foresworn - a naked troubadour I sit at court and I sing To the Princess of Beauty and Light
can always Read my mind Daisy: Read your mind Violet: Now I'm the one lighting up like a firefly Now I', the one blushing red Eating humble pie Why
Dave) (rest) Once I was the King of Spain Now I eat humble pie Hey Clinton! Hey Yeltsin! Got problems? You phone me Now I eat humble pie
Spain (now I eat humble pie) Oh... my unspeakable wife, Queen Lisa (now I eat humble pie) I'm telling you I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie
disguise So we take our snappy patterns And use them as knives Now there's nothing left for me to try My own medicine and humble pie But I'll be alright
ask me how Crimpity crimpity humble pie Crimpity crimpity Boing ding bong bong ting Crimpity crimpity ping pong Sugar man light source why did you
crimpity ask me how Crimpity crimpity humble pie Crimpity crimpity ping dong paping ping tong Crimpity crimpity ping pong sugarman light sauce
please niggas Now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out,
is burning, she bends to pick them Bake a delicious pie For our aching stomachs we delight Sorrow came in floods this April With our reason humble warning
around I am a D.J., I am what I play I got believers (kiss-kiss) Believing me One more weekend of lights and evening faces Fast food, living nostalgia Humble pie
no I am a D.J., I am what I play I got believers (kiss-kiss) Believing me, oh One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces Fast food, living nostalgia Humble pie