в памяти оставим, Забыть твой номер телефона сам себя заставил, Мне не вычеркнуть быстро кадры лучшей жизни, Без остановки чувств,не сохранить те мысли, Любимая ошибка
без права на ошибку. Она любила танцевать и рисовала ангелов, Она любила жить, лишь напевав на правила, Она любила музыку, но не такую грустную, Без права на ошибку
, "На ошибках учатся" Это улица, асфальт и бетон, Кровь и слезы а не ласка с теплом! Поверь, я уже много выносил и мучался, Но, как говорится, "На ошибках
, приму вновь, но его... Не собрать ни во сне, ни наяву Да и не думай обо мне, уходи с улыбкой... и не грусти, когда поймешь свои ошибки Припев: Каждый
клочья, в прочем как и колено Но не избежать аварии если ты валенок, Если в обоих полушариях башки фекалии плавают Нет права на ошибку - ты мужик и настройся
It's a cruel cruel world So conventional Sometimes love just wins you over I've come to life it's true It's not intentional Everytime when we move closer
Help is on the way Doctor he says that you're fine Clean bill of health now Cold crisp winter's day Through car window trees rushing by The medicine's
you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all thses places we went to see sights just gave them excuses
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone calls Break my lease so i can move Cause you a bug a boo a bug a boo I wanna
[DMX] Ughhh Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!) These niggaz is crazy baby They cant fuck wit da dog (ya know) Yo Swizz Swizz (my nigga) Swizz, Swizz, Swizz
No, I don't feel a thing. Life's going by me. And still I say, Oh God! I'm making the same mistakes. Low? I'm on empty. Try to erase all the bad times
Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
Empty reasons for my past Excuses do not hold I'm struck with my affliction An inner perfect storm Why didn't someone warn me To save me from my self
what would happen if i flew to San Francisco wouldn't make much sense from the outside looking in coming around again all the answers far too many questions
Don't speak to me this way Don't ever let me say Don't leave me again [x2] I never felt this loss before And the world is closing doors I never wanted
As I sift and drift through bullshit, That plagues from day to day, Would you ever really notice I've gone away? CHORUS I'm over the wall, Over the
All these... I got bugs I got bugs in my room Bugs in my bed Bugs in my ears Their eggs in my head Bugs in my pockets Bugs in my shoes Bugs in the way
не надо! Без права на ошибку продаю гашишь, Без права на ошибку продаю гидру, Без права на ошибку продаю кокаин, Без права на ошибку, oh, shit, man.