Traduction: Clint Black. Idem Vieux train.
Traduction: Valérie \u0026amp; Walter Crockett. Même train.
Ti rivedo li seduta sulla tua valigia e mi sto chiedendo se partire senza te partire solo e senza i miei problemi di una vita confusa in cerca di un
drifting, I'm settling Off to a foreign place If I can't see what's in front of me It's a mystery, well then apparently [chorus] Things just ain't the same
sold my soul to the open road (I live my life alone) You won't find me in the same spot believe me I could never stop, my life's turned upside down Meet me out past the train
Like a blue bird with his heart removed, lonely as a train I've run just as far as I can run If I never see the good old days shinin' in the sun I'll
hard for these niggas to move man Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train
Do This, I Don't Fuck On The First Night Cause After I Beat Ya Baby I'm Liable To Fuck Up Ya Whole Life I Gotta Train Her, Now She Suck Me With Ice
so much better it's no surprise It's like a mirror is watching you Maybe the word's been broken - don't be no fool Following the lights you see like a rolling train
club its the same damn thing bang bang make the music go bang! brilliant shinning & nasty bang bang make the music go bang! let me hear the guitar sound like a train
the drunk in my past shuffling by like a train sounds on its track like a ride like a ride that don't last swears each drink is the last tells the same
(*talking*) Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it Trying to get it baby [Hook] It's the same everyday, everyday is the same Running up and down
(*talking*) Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it Trying to get it baby [Hook] It's the same everyday, everyday is the same Running up and down the
of y'all And for the slightest disrespect I would gladly touch all of y'all Dedicated to doing bad and addicted to drama People think I'm missin manners at home training
up in da car comin out cuz im so talented and gifted,skoopin up nuthin but playas and we're thang in da same, nuthin but flippin and sippin, and runnin a train
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a
Cheerio Henry's an angel when he closes the gate But to the station he don't want to be late His manner changes as he steps on the train Beneath his
Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
