Traduction: Moyens. Down To The Spark.
(Corner!) And all that I can say is that my heart melts Like wax right onto the ground before you Down, Down to the spark Down, Down to the spark
the spark has gone, and the candles are out When the song is done and there's no more sound Whispers turn to yelling, and I?m thinking? How did we get so mean
Sparks are flying in my head Fading softly, playing dead Sparks are flying in my head Sparks are flying in my head Sparks are flying in my head Fading
beneath the patter of the rain I can't stand the drops they're dripping down my windowpane They wash away my shadow and don't even leave a spark upon
t knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin
' nothin' which is what I done so far but I carve a niche with sits in my good things brain layin' the tracks like a loco mo spark the Jay Tabla Rosa is my brain don't mean
hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio
touch That the type shit I say when I really want to fuck Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baisley, spark stay in forty Sold crack before rap so everybody know me Chase Just down
Progress is methodic meaning step by step Too much too long too many minds have slept As the world grows grey throw away mass produce What are we to do
you like your naughty mate, The one that used to get you in bother, But one you could never bring yourself to hate. And she said we've got that spark
Sparks] [Chorus: Mike Posner] She loves me, she loves me not I can't tell if she's down or not Oh you like me? What the hell does that mean? Don't
shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone
wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark
