Перевод: Панда. Летти.
Мы с тобой знакомы много лет Но тебя со мною рядом нет Ты как всегда, мимо пройдя Сухо мне скажешь привет В школе был влюблен в тебя весь класс За тебя
Издали видна, но она без подруги Или тебе даст или тупо раскрутит Вот и выбирай вариант без прелюдий Двух назад и газ в пол Это то что мы любим И потанцевать
You told me it was so, a million dreams ago, You held me in your arms, a million dreams ago. So many dreams have flown, so many nights alone I guess I
Раздвигая свою ночь, Я двигаюсь шагами, Убирая солнце прочь, Я теряюсь днями, Но я намерен сегодня, Закрепить свою усталость, Лишней порцией вина
Lately I've found, you're bringing me down And I can't stand to see me this way I'll stick around but I won't make a sound You already know what I'd say
No lyrics for this title. Strictly a musical intro to the album.
Once upon the blood of many We were cast as less than any To so much a point some still believe Smaller scene, a world much bigger Where it's okay to
Yeah, I don't know why I got those type of blues tonight, but uh Something, it's alright, something told me tonight to uh Get it like I was gettin
Baby, what would be the best move? Do you in my guest room Shorty let me bless you Show you what the sex do Yes, dudes the best dude Tryna sex you Heard
[Woman:] Nearly 2 Decades Ago. [Ice Cube:] Ice Cube [Man:] Well I think that Ice Cube I think uh uh... [Man #2:] West coast to the false. [Man #1:] B
You turn pandemonium Into pantomime for one Twenty years ago I used your soap So what! You've got a name for it Yesterday goes on and on Inbetween the
I was at that smart ass time of my life Where I'd pick a fight, just to pick a fight If he said, black, I said white If he took one side, I took the other
Here I go again Up and down alone All my friends went home Years ago All my toys are broken And so am I inside mom The carnival has closed Years ago
I'm gonna keep it in the family Gotta straighten my face Wanna keep it in the family Savin' my disgrace Like a tick-a time bomb inside a'me Been to the
Bored at home, nothing to do but eat. I'll give you a phone and you can come along the street. You/I'll bring the junk food, I'll/you (can) hire the tape
Written by billy burnette. Seems like this is gonna be one of those days I feel if as I reach the door The sun is covered by that same Old man-made
boldy forging on plains of kansas on both sides a new book to fill endless highway and miles and miles of ambition the unknown makes a turn and heads