all in the past That's why l'm last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around Last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around She said she was mine
Traduction: The Fall. Last Chance To Turn Around.
they're breaking your back Bring your last straw to me I turn straw into gold I'm gonna need you later, When you're not around But I can take it, d Don
you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby Burnin' bridges, making wishes You're a chance taker, heartbreaker Got me wrapped around your finger Chance taker, heartbreaker Got me wrapped around
i shake it Your standing adjacent to Jason's last slut, They're facing Together makes 'em, a fuckin' bad combination I lashed at the doctor in my last
we stand divided we fall When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich Coming around your hood bitch
storming ever last fallen world, We now united in a lifetime alone, Won't you wait for the silence so strong, Wait for the dawn. (Chorus) Tonight, falling
turn it around There's something safe In the way that you say That you don't like the sound Of that again. I could be wrong but There's a chance
said, "Frank, look at Don! He's turning into a monster! I'm gonna vomit!" FZ: When she sees him turning into a monster she has to vomit. Phyllis: Frank
like mardi gras you can take your beads off, pull off your bra but if you try to stand me up i'ma probably fall.... so i might have to be the one to turn the world around
m falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I once
her head [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before
always talking about, how they smoke kids But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play "I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say Everyone around
me before I waltz out of your life Before turning my back on the past Forgive my impertinent behavior But how long do you think this pantomime can last
savage in pursuit of happiness You better believe everytime we come, we come hard The undisputed truth is that the black man is God Now everytime I turn around
past Then set my soul free Belong to me at last Through all those Complex years I thought I was alone I didn't care to look around And make this
