окном метель В полночь уйдет этот длинный день Выход в метро за стеною тел, Не забывай, что я только мел Мел на ладонях твоих, Мел
хит? дай мне бумагу, полчаса и мой AKAI, Моя судьба - рэп, твоя - Посудомой-КА! Паскуда, мой флоу взрывает всех, смотри! С сегодняшнего дня называй меня мел
nigga Ведь мел судьбы уже в моих руках Я те покажу кто тут number one nigga Я пришёл к другу это Тамерлан nigga Это значит ша homie Это твой крах homie Мел
А я живу этой жизнью, и мне плевать на вас всех. А я живу этой жизнью меня ждут фэны, успех… Я не жалею о прошлом, наоборот я горд очень, Тем что поднялся
беззубая Завтра мел исчезнет в лужах и десятки машин За собой следы оставят разноцветных шин Пальцы в белом пальцы в синем Белый мел похож на иней Синий мел
Jingle bells upon a steel guitar Through the chords we see the bright star Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day That
Down on the corner by the traffic light Everybody's lookin' as she goes by They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone Lord have mercy, baby
Don't know what I'm gonna do since my baby said we're through I've really got a case of blue oh I walk the Lonely Street Ever since she said goodbye
STAND BESIDE ME BEHIND ME WITH SHERRY BRYCE (Paul Craft) « © '71 Acuff-Rose Music » Stand beside me behind me so loneliness can't find
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked
Well the Japany's moon is bright tonight and Tokio is full of life Busy people everywhere but busy people just don't care I wanna go stateside oh Lord
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried now but I won't be worried long Well this train I ride is twenty one coaches long This train
World what have I done to make you frown on me to cast me endlessly Into your variety what have I done what have I done World what have I done to numb
I'm the center of attention in this barroom Cause I've got a biggest heartache of the year And each night those swinging doors reach out for me and draw
Oh Mary don't you weep for me oh Mary just await for me The war's gonna soon be over oh Mary don't you weep Jimmy sent a letter to his bride back home
Everywhere there's a memory mem'ries made this house The chairs and the table standing in the corner it seems were always filled With good food and happy
Sometimes my soul gets weary and my mind begins to wonder And like that old train 'The Hummingbird' it goes to Alabama They say home is where the heart
Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Never saw a dollar bill Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill