мотиве пороха, мысленном холоде, Цвет лица с глазу на глаз, пером в одной комнате, В мотиве пороха, мысленном холоде, Цвет лица с глазу на глаз В мотиве
Мотивы затерты Сюжеты избиты Доедено все и допито Теперь мы квиты Свой среди чужих, Все как в старых фильмах Любить, ненавидеть Лишь бы взаимно Мотивы
, Кричит ей, что он Змей, и что до него ей, как до Эвереста, Оказалось, это он читал подруге новый текст. Всё так, теперь у нас один мотив, Всё так,
Feels like elevation of my soul And feel sensation`s rising out the cold We`re intimate strangers And carefully now An idea is growing Somehow... We`re
[Chorus - Big & Rich] Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well he ain't broke yet but
[Intro - Larry the Cable Guy] Test two, test two three, test two niner five. Hey, Git-R-Done! This is Larry the Cable Guy, by God! I've never won a Grammy
The stress of everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy] Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers Similar to shattered dreams that still linger Trying to succeed in whatever
( Traveling Down a Lonely Road ) Why am I alone? Why am I alone, Traveling down a lonely road? Darling, can't you see? I don't wanna be, Traveling
Wait, the fact you did it And don't admit it won't make you innocent Fate will find you wicked And turns you victim for ever thing you've done So justify
In a smoky room, I see you And you're dancin' to a groovin' tune Just mellow out, shake your, mmm And do your thang, baby do your thang You gotta blonde
[Jon Nicholson] Whoop! Whoop whoop! There's just something 'bout your [Chorus - Jon Nicholson] Whoop whoop! It makes me wanna whoop whoop! I just can
[Chorus - James Otto] I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction Step aside 'cause it's time for some action I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls Raise your hands and sing along tonight Red and yellow, black and white They are precious in His site Everybody
Escuchen a la musica, the beat is groovin' ya Groovin' with the record in secreto y la publica It's the Cowboy with the fresh genre The groove kinda smooth
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck Mmm hmm! Got a crick
She's sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a beverage Try to use your platinum card to get leverage It don't matter, she's got her own She's got diamonds for
If you don't wanna love me Then I'll find somebody else who will Find another kinda thrill Find another way to fill this loneliness If you don't wanna