in love The things we're guilty of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming
Traduction: Roses Are Red. These Days.
back together again These days we're dreaming of The ways we fell in love The things we're guilty of Still raining... Another day inside Why are you
feds can't trace my feet or replace my bars in a place wit bars Speedy racer won't cha race these cars Make me large take charge and say we stars Don't play we are
A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days
young black faces Whose death and blood consecrated these places Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side For you are my blessing, you are my pride
days shining through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days it?s true These are better
head word to vince lombardi Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light
These walls around me and the days are long I fill my lungs with a widow's song I'm looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise I see my life before me
are lined with portraits And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket All these poses such beautiful poses Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
I seen the top, nigga [Chorus (2x):] Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered
banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are