Yellow walls that shine like silver Dark green windows Stare never closed From yellow walls that shine like silver Through the hands I choose to hold
Traduction: Jackson C. Frank. Murs jaune.
yellow walls that shine like silver dark green windows stare never closed from yellow walls that shine like silver through the hands I choose to hold
[Kids singing:] Let's burn a hole, so we can climb out. Of these paper walls, and this empty house. Don't listen too close, they're words are like guns
(go and get ya man) I click clack and clap at 'em This Tray Pound throw 6 packs of caps at 'em (yeah thats right) I'm bouncin' on them White Walls again
Girl you don't know what you are to me You are my baby doll You are my compass star You drive me up the wall Girl you don't know what you mean to me
fuck a job, did that shit over the stove nigga Smell the blow on my mothafucking clothes nigga Grind all day party all night, canary yellow diamonds,
(feat. Lil' Keke) If you wanna dance to this, dance if that's how you feel But my body don't move like that so I'm a chill I'm a play the wall leavein
don't know how to be a mark I put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash Looking for a yellow bone bitch with
. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. The land was free and the price was right. Dakota on the wall is a white-robed
hung in the sun you're staring at a quill as the lump sum of its parts and it's begun to look brutal 4 walls of day: and that alone no empty hallway
wing or white lung, when your well will you stay since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring which one does endure 4 walls of
seventy years, That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door. While those around him criticize and sleep... And through a fractal on a breaking wall
People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day There's a Little Yellow Man, standing by the railway station Painting portraits on the brick-walls
the mirror You see my shadows on the wall And now you see things, a little clearer You're feeling two foot tall Heaven, hell and in between Yellow roses
pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it I got pussie wet paint, big boy shoes Soft ass seats, and my trunk go boom I gotta black ass gun And a bad yellow
Jewelry Store Yellow Fits Yellow Wrists Yellow Chicks Yelow Cris Bitch You Gotta Yield You Dont See This Daum Yellow Whip Yellow Gun Yellow Clip
