These wheels are burning up the road tonight The fuel is pumping into my mind As the road opens up in front of my eyes These wheels are burning up the miles As the road
Traduction: L'alarme. La Route.
Traduction: L'alarme. Road.
my way I let me grill though they can watch the money pile While these groupie hoes try to hunt me down Now everyday feelin like the best day ever Heard it's a long road
my my my my my my my mine Eh [Verse 2: Ya Boy] Another watch, another chain, another charm cocked Time to wake these niggas up like alarm clocks I see
room, gotta iron my stuff Gotta wash my car, gotta shine my buck Gotta change my oil, cause the road is tough Keep my eyes on the road, and don't slow
Dawn, your two star job is on this two star life goes on your boss is on the phone old canvasser on the road alone, and it?s cold missing your home so
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [2Pac] The plan, to take command of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road
You'll make it for sure.. Here she comes, closer than ever Out in the cold neon night, lost in the road, lonely girl Now she stops somehow alarmed Closer
(Hook) You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh no I won
[Pink] You can sound the alarm you can call out your guards you can fence in your yard you can pull all the cards but I won?t back down oh no I wont back
and it cost five hundred thou Wen the nigga, spent then wit a smile Stackin numbers that alarm and race White house still movin briks alarm today
for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh If there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed
appear to be casting sinister glances toward him through their glinting acid burn-out eyeballs, trying to run him off the road, or make him bump into
built this house With my own hands But she just came And burnt the plans She found the safe And cracked the code She grabbed the goods And hit the road
kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation She
to shake both sides of the butt ya Theoretically, yes, ain't we lucky? And when the coyotes they sing at the park It's when the city life starts falling for the sea Winding roads
