I can't breath at all It hurts to think That time could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed, Black Sunday Still burns you in my thoughts I can'
I can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts
Traduction: Cold. Black Sunday.
I can't breath at all It hurts to think That a sound could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can
many black berries grew in the Blue Sea. And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye. How many dark ships in the forest? The Sunday has come and the Sunday
.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys Never slackin hoes I be mackin not wacked I don't try to act black
cold and damp TV is just a blank Looks like another dead end Sunday What about an early night Monday never feels so bright Ooh the sheets feel cold and
cold and damp TV is just a blank Looks like another dead end Sunday What about an early night Monday never feels so bright Ooh the sheets feel cold
we do it like this here on.. [sung] On Any Given Sunday, alllll, Atlanta will be born Ahhhhhh tradition will be broken Ahhhhhh, victory is yours, on Any Given Sunday [OutKast] Sunday
Do you ever see that stuff that be when it get cold that ice that you can't see? See that shit happens sometimes Yep, black ice [Verse 1: Gipp] Now you
s a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold Luck has struck one buck for seven every roll Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a nigga gon' fold Stand down like four black
on [OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday
is best It's all an endless process Chorus (Well) I miss Mayberry Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry Coke Where everything is black and white
was cold and damp TV is just a blank Looks like another dead end sunday What about an early night Monday never feels so bright Ooh the sheets feel cold
And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday
