a quiet place far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out
Traduction: Trois Nuit de chien. Out In The Country.
I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out
All night in this bar (Dear Lord) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar (No shit!) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar! By two
out there feeding On the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three
enemies Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped Underestimatin' hatin' got you knocked out
ya man to a hater You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards
and hand-me-downs Well my daddy hauled bills for the textile mills to pick up the little money we made Had a three room shack with a john out back We
guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were
Come all you gallant poachers who ramble void of care, Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, your gun and snare, The hare and lofty pheasant
2 hoes, on a three -way Dominican hoes on b day Country hoes in V A And they all say this The same about my game it's tight Thats why every night A different