'round at the alter And pray that our souls may be free I'll meet you in the church Sunday mornin' And we'll all kneel down and pray We'll
all of our sins be forgiven And meet with our loved ones above I'll meet you in church Sunday morning And we'll all kneel down and pray We'll pray to
You'll know me in the morning by the smile that I wear When I meet you in the morning, in the city that is built four square I will meet you in the
And let all our sins be forgiven And meet with our ones above I'll meet you in church Sunday morning And we'll all kneel down and pray We'll pray to
Traduction: Monroe, Bill. Je vous rencontrerai Dans l'Église du dimanche matin.
Traduction: Rose Maddox. Je vous rencontrerai Dans l'Église du dimanche matin.
Traduction: Wagoner, Porter. Je vous rencontrerai Dans l'Église du dimanche matin.
Traduction: The Stanley Brothers. Je vous rencontrerai Dans l'Église du dimanche matin.
, shake it Like they're losing their mind You'll never see them frown 'Cause they're the nicest kids in town Every afternoon You turn your T.V. on
but ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat little shit) I'm real, on mic I show skills, stop talking about gun, you don't kill You think you're so I'll
D] I'm gon ride till I'm with you, damn I really miss you I just don't understand, why he had to come and get you You always kept it positive, painting
In the coolness of the morning sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
you What I wanna do Let me show you That I'm feelin you Wanna sex wanna Ride with you you Wanna kiss wanna Put my lips all over you Can't get enough of
bus stop in the rain, I?ll stumble and you won?t laugh. And I?ll pick myself up, our eyes?ll meet and you?ll smile ? And then you?ll turn away, get on
such a cruel thing What you want you got You can't hold on anymore You can't hold on anymore You can't hold on anymore What you want you got You can
with blacks I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black My stomach
x2] (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) [Storm] Now me and you was cool