L'amour fait chanter ses violons Moi, j'entends tous les violons de mon pays Ils nous jouent cette melodie Et dans mon coeur, je me rappelle Autrefois, Les violons
Sto tornando a casa sotto la notte viola Ed ho un nodo in gola pensando che sanguina un pensiero e si contorce mi aggrappo a questa vita con le dita
Sto tornando a casa sotto la notte viola Ed ho un nodo in gola pensando che sanguina un pensiero e si contorce mi aggrappo a questa vita con le dita ma
Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Nas] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned
Well, hey do you do Judo when they surround you? A little mental Yoga, will they disappear? It's grim but never dubious as motives go. No matter what
Enslaved in the Rape Chamber
warm in summer Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses Little viola hidden
How dare you wear a robe to preside? How dare you cover your head to hide Your face from God? How dare you smile from behind your beard To hide the fact
Let me tell you about a girl I know She had a drink about an hour ago Sitting in a corner by herself In a bar in downtown hell She heard a noise and
I was walking down the street one day And then I saw you I didn't know what to say You're eyes were shining, you're smile was so kind When I saw you,
They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead, they say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head". I believe in good times, having peace
I was working at the railroad On the train to Arkansas Last summer, I met a girl She came from nowhere in Idaho I can't get, no no no, just can't get
Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh The whole city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned
Not knowing what they'll find Abstract waves crash recklessly Rushing through my mind Violets, they dance Ride Restless violets dancing Ride Restless violets dancing
This is a story about a man A short story about the violence in his hand On automatic trigger He ain't used to taking shit So no one's giving it And his