[Rick Ross] Yeah, Boss Bouncing in my Chevrolet Reminiscence on the past Everything ain't adding up Had to stop and do the math Yeah, It's large,
Its another day we go sailing o're the blue i look to the horizon my thoughts drift home to you a young man only seventeen adventure could'nt wait set
The battle raged on and on Fueled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently without the eyes to see For those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity
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The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the
Traduction: Perry Como. Sur la marée descendante.
Traduction: Dimmu Borgir. Descendances des Great Apocalypse.
: Last year's wishes Are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take my last chance To burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick
: The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We,
Yeah, bouncing in my Chevrolet, reminiscence on the past Everything ain't adding up, had to stop and do the math, yeah It's large, but the front... wanted
Last year's wishes Are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take my last chance To burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick in
Black hair, the night descending Baby never puts her trust in Tight black tie too quick to laughter Ain't no telling what he's after Found a friend
?It?s smooth sailing from here,? The spiders sing as they climb stairs Cause this is the time when they crossed the line They became so defiant when
The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity