Stars are falling from the sky Me left alone to face the night This drive I'm sorting out my life Could it be so hard just to try You're faster at saying
. [x 2] Sunday, one more night, fall down again. I'm broken, we're all the same, starting again. Well I'm fall, well I'm falling, well I'm falling. Sunday
Traduction: Le supérieur. Black Sunday.
outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw and I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sittin' too high I call that Wiz Khalifa
boss you hate Friday you up and quit Saturday you want your old job back Sunday morning you wake up all dressed in black Why must you always dress in black
about this lady. The servant spoke before she thought, "She's been with Black Jack Dave, Rode off with Black Jack Davey." 7. "Well, saddle for me my coal black
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam *Electronicish Vocal Interlude* Oh Black Betty, bambalam Oh Black
crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around Oh it's enough to make you weep, all that remains of the main street Up in the park on Sunday, dogs
ya still call me nigga And off to store a black hole leaves no control over thought I leave my body to see the pits go high when the physical takes
Paul Wall, WC, E40, Chingy, Techniec, Crooked I...) [Hook:] Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low low (my my lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black
dollar Jones Some are trying to ditch reality by getting so high Only to find out you can never touch the sky 'Cause your hoods are in Soulsville, oh yeah Every Sunday
what to write First line, should it be about the hos or the ice? Four-four's or black christ? Both flows would be nice Rap about big paper or the black
We don't always see eye to eye You must see a million colours I just see it black and white (Ain't no way we could get much higher) 'cause when we touch
