can't go back When a heart gets broke This many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain And you know I can't regain The flame, oh the flame
can't go back When a heart gets broke this many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain And you know I can't regain The flame, oh, the flame
Traduction: The Black Keys. La flamme.
me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you wat we livin like (uptown) [Lil Wayne] Shhh Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint
take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you wat we livin like (uptown) [Lil Wayne] Shhh Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggas often They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames
(feat. Yung Money) [Verse 1: Yung Money] Young man for president I probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office some
a youth I was laudering the stoop Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns and no
did not see ya either four corner reciever court order deleecher tech order me I'm bringing a caesar and a suicide note do I die low keys in the backseat
thy countenance: O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African! Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead) [13] The fiery limbs, the flaming
further to fall Their rust scarred cities stand To mark the graves below The poisoned skies they weep For their fates are cast in stone The oceans boiling black
my path!!! Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half! As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames This ain't no game!!! I'm-a
't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame
the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often Come on, burnin' niggas often They call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin' Keep the block roastin' Light a dutch wit the flames
not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean
as a youth I was laundering the stoop Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns
fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we sent deebo back to back to back We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks black
