Hmm... She needs to sleep like the ocean, She needs to dream like that boy down in stratum. Don't know where he's about, but I'm sure he knows one-armed
Traduction: Williams, Robbie. Back For Good + babe (mettant en vedette Mark Owen, Live At Knebworth).
: Hmm... She needs to sleep like the ocean, She needs to dream like that boy down in stratum. Don't know where he's about, but I'm sure he knows one-
not together It's not together, it's falling down I am the sun as the last light hits the sea I shine for a moment before night consumes me I search for
You can't mark my words they'll put a spin on it They say it's all been done (Thanks to kile o'kane for these lyrics and to TehRhyno for these corrections
Van Nuys Range on the runway, driver to pop doors Straight to Barney's, somethin we need to stop for She like, "It's early - what we gonna shop for?"
Cops'll pull you over like isn't there a problem? No sir, But I realize the windows so blur That you might've mistaked a nigga for a chauffer Ya might mistake that backseat for
make music for a living If that ain't the best job then give me your opinion Cause I love life, chilling for the night, case of budlight Small World for
this river marks A wrinkle hand in mine And everyday that parts The water into two Mothers and feathers start To drown the living proof I can?t
thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until
park, and straight up hopping out Sound like applause in the streets, all these Uzi shells dropping out Fuck with Mr. McVey, and diiiie Repping it like Southsive for live
the floor, let the tommy gun go I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show And it ain't
get an attitude I'm slapping haters up out the niggas, that think of my trigger Won't be getting no automatic beatdown, but that's what I live for no
too quick You won't suck my .... Don't wanna see strip bars Don't wanna live in cars You love to live in large Live in credit cards I'd like to
your oval room. Send you down to live in your immortal tomb. Your arms are reaching like a fruitless tree. Imagination? No, x-polynation. The orchard's emptied for you, for