Traduction: Face To Face. Private Hell.
you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell
wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell
with me, I almost though she would spend her whole life with me. (Chorus) She was sexy as hell with a real short fuse. Tough love on her hands, And face
yeah) Brrat (yeah) [Hook] Give me my * Job for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the jewels * or hustle money * Buyin' or sell Private jets
I know that now, that is why I'm staying here Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell Leave the widower in his private hell Leave the liberty
. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell. Leave the widower in his private hell. Leave the liberty
She May be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to
so I can what Tell your same face when I'm shooting guns is the same face I make when I fuck from back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against
pop their dome like bubbles He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces She had
watch him eat, and while he was eating I would ask him what he's doing. Haskell Wexler: What the hell are we doing in this bathroom? FZ: I'm going to
of rage and love The Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell
daughter go out with no damn Ice Cubes man! Man what the hell you talkin about man? I brought my daughter up man, in a Catholic school, private school
benches Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges Poppin' out they arm scratched Now remember parked (???) Cuz' else perfect ways, shell adidas Smellin' reefer way before purple haze Private
gator ray swipe I be like "is it in? " She be "hell yeah daddy" now you wanna taste You gotta lot of cards but chu never rode a face The girl freakier
a snitch now, there's nothin to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble
the third Now I'm sitting at the light with ten pounds of herb Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve Jumped out, "Man, damn, they got nerve." Got the hell
