American surprising exactly no one: "I don't have a good knowledge of geography." It does look like they're all there, though it is difficult to see when zoomed out; I didn't see Comoros until you zoomed in. Also Republic of the Congo (what you said), and Democratic Republic of the Congo (who you looked at), are different countries.
From the Weed to the Cell: (Verse 1) From the weed to the crave, to the cops to the grave, To the cell to the fight, to the time that he gave, To the lies to the plea, to the court and the key, To the chains and the bars, now he’s locked up, you see. (Chorus) From the highs to the lows, from the streets to the foes, He was chasing the dream, but the reaper it sows. From the weed to the crave, to the cost that he paid, Now he’s stuck in the game, with his future delayed. (Verse 2) From the nights to the days, all his plans went astray, From the rush to the crash, now he’s lost in the sway. From the street to the heat, to the cuffs on his wrist, Now he’s counting the time that he wished he’d dismissed. (Chorus) From the highs to the lows, from the streets to the foes, He was chasing the dream, but the reaper it sows. From the weed to the crave, to the cost that he paid, Now he’s stuck in the game, with his future delayed. (Bridge) From the freedom to the fear, from the hope to the tear, From the battle in his mind, now the walls are so near. From the buzz to the fall, he was never that strong, Now he’s trapped in the same place where he’s done so much wrong. (Chorus) From the highs to the lows, from the streets to the foes, He was chasing the dream, but the reaper it sows. From the weed to the crave, to the cost that he paid, Now he’s stuck in the game, with his future delayed. (Outro) From the weed to the crave, to the cops to the grave, From the street to the cell, now he’s just another name. From the hope to the pain, to the loss and the shame, Now he’s locked underground, and he’ll never make a sound. Thick of it parody I made myself
Morocco dying in the first 2 minutes by ALGERIA is definitely not gonna cause any controversy..
Didn’t know this was a news channel now 💀
The Naval Mod is the best, it just fits.
“War never changes”
Lets gooo algeriaaaa 🇩🇿🇩🇿
If they would make the map size bigger (titanic for example) than the island population wouldn’t be sh*t
Do Australia next
please censor the a word next time
who turned friendly fire on
Gor- I mean Mellon uploaded on my birthday
It's scary how these videos are getting more and more realistic.
there is the racism I was expecting
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What about south Africa huh u didn't Pay attention to them huh!?
1:38 NO NOT THE GAMBIA!!!!!!!!! SERREKUNDA IS DESTROYED!!!!!!!!
American surprising exactly no one: "I don't have a good knowledge of geography."
It does look like they're all there, though it is difficult to see when zoomed out; I didn't see Comoros until you zoomed in. Also Republic of the Congo (what you said), and Democratic Republic of the Congo (who you looked at), are different countries.
⁽⁽(੭ꐦ•̀Д•́)੭*⁾⁾ᑦᵒᔿᵉᵒᐢ Nigeria 🇳🇬 you got this
From the Weed to the Cell:
(Verse 1)
From the weed to the crave, to the cops to the grave,
To the cell to the fight, to the time that he gave,
To the lies to the plea, to the court and the key,
To the chains and the bars, now he’s locked up, you see.
(Chorus)
From the highs to the lows, from the streets to the foes,
He was chasing the dream, but the reaper it sows.
From the weed to the crave, to the cost that he paid,
Now he’s stuck in the game, with his future delayed.
(Verse 2)
From the nights to the days, all his plans went astray,
From the rush to the crash, now he’s lost in the sway.
From the street to the heat, to the cuffs on his wrist,
Now he’s counting the time that he wished he’d dismissed.
(Chorus)
From the highs to the lows, from the streets to the foes,
He was chasing the dream, but the reaper it sows.
From the weed to the crave, to the cost that he paid,
Now he’s stuck in the game, with his future delayed.
(Bridge)
From the freedom to the fear, from the hope to the tear,
From the battle in his mind, now the walls are so near.
From the buzz to the fall, he was never that strong,
Now he’s trapped in the same place where he’s done so much wrong.
(Chorus)
From the highs to the lows, from the streets to the foes,
He was chasing the dream, but the reaper it sows.
From the weed to the crave, to the cost that he paid,
Now he’s stuck in the game, with his future delayed.
(Outro)
From the weed to the crave, to the cops to the grave,
From the street to the cell, now he’s just another name.
From the hope to the pain, to the loss and the shame,
Now he’s locked underground, and he’ll never make a sound.
Thick of it parody I made myself
Cool
Thx for hunger and old age
whats the map called theres no link
My bad, it's in description now
@ thank you fr
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Now Antarctica
Hello
What western Sahara? Is not státě And Eritria Is suverenist states but okay
No Zambia
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