love's not broken Every flight that we plan ahead Look to the skies for the words that I've said Still hoping, that our world's not broken So tonight
our love's not broken Every flight that we plan ahead Look to the skies for the words that I've said Still hoping that our world's not broken So tonight
've been heaven and i've been to hell, and i hate to say the second one is where i fell into category my life is no sweet fairy tale story. and texas
Pull the covers back over our heads the sun is shining through blaring down on you at this rate we're better off dead at this rate we're better off
Traduction: Texas. Broken.
Traduction: The Broken. Texas ligne d'urgence.
our love's not broken Every flight that we plan ahead Look to the skies for the words that I've said Still hoping, that our world's not broken So tonight
ve been heaven and i've been to hell, and i hate to say the second one is where i fell into category my life is no sweet fairy tale story. and texas
Hopelessness won't fade away You're on your own Head from a broken promise Held you back It held you back (A promise is broken) I can't take this any
in the chamber Cause I could become a victim, of some starving stranger Thinking he can go through my pockets, and come up with some bread When he found out I'm broke
Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas
[Z-Ro:] I'm from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws
I live, that's why I'm thugging to death I'm one deep up in the houpe, cause I ain't gon tell on myself Houston Texas is my city, and I love it the most
caught up, trying to make those ends In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do Is a criiiiime, what else could I do I would like, to make a change But being broke
I ball anything I want, I'm able to cop it Cause when I ball it's to the point, to where they think that we broke But I still be popping up on the scene
Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots Bag of leaves and the chronic trees, South Texas
