breeze. Blows. Whispers through. My Gran Torino. Whistling another. Tired song Engine hums. And bitter dreams. Grow. Heart locked. In a Gran Torino. It beats. A lonely rhythm. All night long
Duel, worthy of a general. If you want to fight, fight with me!. One to one! Man to man! Get ready to gel team!. Live and direct from the one-six-ooh. We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical
