him right down to his knees. And I'm reeling, once again I'm leaving. I'm leaving and once again I'm leaving. And I'm leaving, once again I'm leaving
Traduction: Black. Leaving Song.
leave to their goodbyes I've come to depend on the look in their eyes My blood's sweet for pain The wind and the rain bring back words of a song And
floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad The neural path I've traveled has immediate reaction Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving
it the way you like (Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing) (Me and you, how we do, be so flyyyy) [Fabolous] You need to leave them burgers
jealous, you got the fattest ass One down to p, one trying to leave It's hot as fuck but you dying just to ski It's clear as black and white, like a fat
Ro] I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash Dropping album after album, platinum song after song
evident You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya) Or are you use to walking the hallways Of your home, with a vest on Talking you come real, with the black
bomb And I walked out the door Feeling lonely, [I see rain/as a ray] Thinking of what was once So I go in search of people [Song of] the inhabitants The
through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya Even now make it good to ya, remember me? I love fuckin slow with the lights low Black
at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black
bitches Help me raise my black nation Reperations are due Its true Caught up in this world I took advantage of you So tell the babies how I love them Precious boys and girls Born black
time After that and ever after I haven't had a clue Only to break rhyme This foolishness can leave a heart black and blue Only love, only love can leave
a future. And they brouught with them songs, old Irish folk songs that became old American folk songs. And, I hope maybe we'd leave behind some songs one day. This is a song
Bono: "This is...this is a song about the city we grew up in. A song about Dublin city. And a song about a drug called heroin that's tearing our city
how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty songs