the human race Seemingly suspended upon space Twilight colored flakes of light Reminding me which way is right Now it's time to leave Need air to breathe
Traduction: Trouble. Respirer.
the human race seemingly suspended upon space twilight colored flakes of light reminding me which way is right now it`s time to leave need air to breathe
[performed by The Script feat. B.o.B] [The Script:] I don't know why shes with me I only brought her trouble since the day she met me If I was her, by
all space with song Creating, giving and integrating all moods Happiness and sorrow, joy and pain Remain the same as always, as energy Breathing aire
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O- Ghetto Lets do this right nigga What the fuck is up nigga? These niggas can't even breathe now Cain [Verse 1: Fabolous] It
some clothes and out the door I won't be back My shinin' sun horizon settin up a lovely backdrop My life's a topic of a lullabye (Ah) A breath of fresh
Talk to my troubled brain If you can feel my pain So much hurting that's living in my head Now I can barely breathe And now my heart's disease And my
brillo, when fiends smokin' that stones That's the way we live in the ghetto, if we could we'd change But don't nobody love us but trouble, so that's
me, and die slow [Hook - 2x] [Verse 2] As my life flashes before my eyes Visions of wicked ways, keep me puzzled Wondering why I was introduced to a life Filled with drama and trouble
Second Avenue You'd better believe there's nothin' You can do about it I was an orphan and I couldn't help it I've been in and out of trouble Ever since
Pac [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me
man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind Lord help me with my troubled
Turn it up loud Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the starrrrt
had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble
nuttin but love (repeat 4X) I love to go back, to the block I got my game from Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to
Plus Survival Money Making plans Pistol Closing hands Swollen Pockets Let me introduce the topic Then we drop it Expose Snakes cuz they breath freely
Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Dramacydal] I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble Lickin shots to they
