God loves a lullaby In a mother's tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes God loves the drunkard's cry The soldier's plea not to
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
Another turning point A fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist Directs you where to go So make the best of this test And don't ask why It
Sugar lady, be my savior 'Cause I'm tired, I've been eight days on the road That's right, eight days on the road Travelin' through the night There ain
La tarde esta cayendo En tus ojos Un auto en el vacio y la niebla Otra vez Un rumor debajo de la piel Casi sin querer Estamos en camino entre los espejismos
I'll be on that good road some day I'll be on that good road some day That same old train's gonna come back again and roll all my blues away Now darlin
There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wasting time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot
Gonna make a move that knocks you over Watch this turn, one's gonna put you away But I'm doing my very best dancing Every time you're looking the other
Getting bombed out on booze Got nothing to lose Run out of money Disposable blues Sleazy hotels Like living in hell The girls on the hustle With nothing
Doorway finds a highway and I'm leaving Wish me well and send me on my way Goodbyes and sunrise always leave me feeling That there's no one here to show
It ain't hard to adore ya Thread ya into my town Put your guard down, explore ya And I'll always be around I want to live in Jamaica Yeah I wanna live
Lonely sidewalks, silent night Bring the evening, deep inside Hold me darling, touch me now Let the feelings free tonight Love is on the way I can see
worth it bitch Alotta clowns in this rap game on that circus shit While I proceed to win and shake the game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We
, real singer, real story teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin
through the house (???) (???) dont't you reach for the phone down to the basement where I hollow them out I'm gonna cut you up and voodoo drums with
I'ma stand my ground Right here, spotlight, where the chicks is found You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it's mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum
Novocaine You see the smoke and you feel the flak You're burning up and you're turning black They say you fell and you hit your head Your other bun
17 ani, baierame, timiditate, inceput, Saliva, buze, rasuflare, Noapte alba, lacul tei, Ciorapi de dama, suferinta fotografie, ramas-bun, Disperare, hohote