children's song? Can you take me there? The face and ghost my guide I must move on It's the face of one ravaged by love It's both dead and alive You
that children's song? can you take me there? the face and ghost my guide i must move on it's the face of one ravaged by love it's both dead and alive
Traduction: Live. Visage et Ghost (chanson enfantine).
Traduction: Live. Face Et Ghost.
hear that children's song? can you take me there? the face and ghost my guide i must move on it's the face of one ravaged by love it's both dead and
halls, and my face is the walls I?m the floor when you fall, and when you scream it?s ?cause of me I?m the living dead, the dark thoughts in your head
stars to hang I'm never ok, it's never ok Bring out the ghosts from bodies that will haunt you Taking the life left from this room of ballet dancers without faces
and get ghost Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat We ain't riding, on no horses down here We get it how we live, that's why
and get ghost Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat We ain't riding on no horses down here We get it how we live, that's why
I fuck around, and y'all gone and a nigga like me Cause I'm blessed with a tight 22's, AK-47, 3-57, Mac 11 Balling and and a 25, bulletproof vest and
when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live
cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live
block Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!) And then we'll be ghost [Chorus] [Tupac
draw quicker and still I rise, and still I rise... [Ta'He] Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) Please give me to the sky (the sky) And if (and if) I die
worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing Chorus: Val Young To live and die in LA, it's the place
spot The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already! Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face