the things we'll never say Leaving like puddles in the rain Like puddles [x2] in the rain We wash away [x3] Like puddles [x2] in the rain We wash
the things we'll never say Leaving like puddles in the rain Like puddles(x2) in the rain We wash away(x3) Like puddles(x2) in the rain We wash
Traduction: Taking Back Sunday. Les choses nous ne saurons jamais.
the things we'll never say Leaving like puddles in the rain Like puddles(x2) in the rain We wash away(x3) Like puddles(x2) in the rain We
talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate
'm in the penthouse suite You know like like 40 floors from seamint You know what I'm mean? Lookin down on these niggas like.. Hey I'm just gonna lay back
[Hook:] T.H.U.G... Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Thugs... Everyday thugs we be Bone thug... I Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
we're still there! We know where the wind is blowing Money is the stuff we smell. And when we're rich as Croesus Jesus! Won't we see you all in hell! (
back He said What we have got here Is a pretty good track But we don't have a vocal And we still don't have a song If we could get this thing accomplished
you got that big bad ass dangle Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker I'll find that indo
would take it back in a heartbeat. I know this. I'm lost without you. I can't got back. cuz I need to be the one you're saving. Sunday's best we're never
too straight We usually made it home alright And glory days I can't relive Stories I'll never forget And I don't know no friends like the old friends
can hold, hey Never get so confident so it's nothin' you want to know Because that's the time you lose your thing, and then you got to blow You know what we
Guess you never know a good thing When it's right in your face You've been abused for so long Love gets tainted and all seems the same I guess it's unbelievable
at the Claremont Lounge The money's low, but I dare not scrounge 'Cause I'll be right back and the money'll follow It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny
I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently take a nap Promise you got something
