in my mind In fact, I wish your heart was mine And I can hear the memory in my ears Back to the years and all of those tears But hear me when I say I
perfect in my mind in fact, i wish your heart was mine and i can hear the memory in my ears back to the years and all those tears but hear me when i say
Traducere: Racheta de vară. Cross My Heart.
hear dem boys come'n derty Like ohh better get 'em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boys come'n Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks
right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back Brooklyn in my
new Duro Would ya hate me? I know ya love me Feel this yo See me comin' through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my
in the Midwest. I'd been invited there to do a series of seminars on language. They'd gotten my name from a list in Washington, from a brochure that described my
you to hear Kiss my ass When you hear the song Will you cry? 'Cause you know you're wrong (You know you wrong) Will you cry? When you hear the song (
my hood like a daily routine D's think Im involved with a nigga hit hard So when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly Nigga You can cross your heart
Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle I'm trained as corner stone famine troopers So my tray within a heart of hearts
the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit, through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines
s the last stream of cars We sit a while in my front yard With the radio playin' soft and low I pull Carol close to my heart And I lean back and stare
Somebody Kids wanna rock Heat of the night Please forgive me --- SUMMER OF '69 I got my first real six string Bought it at the five and dime Played it til my
blow the roof if I had a fast car I changed my mind in my best friends El Camino He blew my drums that summer night in El Reno Turning up the STP
penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my
