Traduction: La promenade City. Light Years.
around So get all dressed down And go and hit the town Funny how it always works out You're not the only One who is lonely Everyone knows We're different speeds With light years
stronger I'm driving back home again Back down Mancunian Way I forgot how it is to feel To dance and move and keep it real Been lying down for ten long years
Well I've been running from something Twenty years in my car Down a road that's leading me nowehere Yeah we drive through the farmland No one knows where
the hungry years We're the modern boys Come onto me my sickly thing We could lie on the rails But to really win we'll just drive away, drive away Yes
Sittin up on the roof Sneakin a smoke by the chimney Checkin out the moon And the city lights He takes off his flannel shirt And drapes it around her
poverty Good god I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes CHORUS Slave driver your table has turned Catch a fire Your gonna get burned Slave driver
sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look, I'm the property of october I ain't drive here I
I Met This New Girl Late June Or Early July I Called Her A Bunch Of Times But She Barely Replied Now It's December, I'm Driving, And She's Like Where'
was seventeen it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights on the village green
the lights on the village green When I was seventeen [brief instrumental] When I was twenty-one it was a very good year It was a very good year for city
days And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade [Verse Two] I'm in the city
right B-Side, Lakeshore Drive And I'm (and I'm) Chi-Town's finest Where you at? The whole city behind us [Chorus: Kanye West] Where you at? The whole city
for a branch I'm staring at my girl on the corner It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her I got a big afro I drive old cars Ain't nobody
close Our years grow long; our patience short Daybreak; the light brings encounter The arms shake The trunk stays unbroken It holds mood and drive The
hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen When I was twenty-one It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who
