на случай, Только при встрече вновь отведу глаза. Вот непутевый, вот невезучий, Вот наказанье – светлых волос краса. Припев: Золотые косы, золотые косы
All these people drinking lover's spit They sit around and clean their face with it And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit Tied to a night they
It?s so hard to have a conversation with you It?s not what you say or what you do You?re my real good friend Yes, that I must admit That?s why it breaks
Chorus: Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids! Can't fuck, can't fuck with the braids! Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids! Ya can't fuck, you can
Sweet september, I remember Eyes of august deepest blue While the lazy town was sleeping Strangest love that I ever knew Feel the wind blow, see the shadows
Double R, right now We ain't playin' wit y'all We ain't playin' wit y'all Stop playin', Drag Ayo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake Fuck bitches
I'm in a circle, looking up above I'm turning purple as she smothers me I watch you thinking, faces changing shape How is she happy when she thinks
Well I pulled on trouble's braids and I hid in the briars out by the quick mud stayin' away from the main roads passin' out wolf tickets downwind from
( I'm in love with the girl with the golden, can't live without the girl with the golden . . . braids! ) I saw a gal with golden hair dancin'
Sweet September I remember Eyes of August, deepest blue While the easy town was sleeping Strangest love I ever knew Feel the wind blow See the shadows
The sweat soaks his shirt and he's feeling his blood thin out and thie pulse we've built outside this epidermis keeps his charm en route pedals to the
The sweat soaks his shirt And he's feeling his blood thin out And this pulse we've built outside this Epidermis keeps his charm en route Pedals to the
Goin in, going all again, going all your going down my friend no use in trying no use in fighting Ah, you never win who do you think your dealin wit?
Souls are crushed With a brittle sound Like crumbs are crushed When a table's undone Their blood was their wine Their mind was their meat Here they sat
(feat. Slim Thug) [talking] Man, hold up, the best from the north Done connected with the best from the south Ha ha, Wreckshop and Swishahouse baby Slim
Dictatorship is what you aim for But what you need is a kick in the teeth What makes you think God protects you Soon you`ll learn that`s not the case
Sweet September, I remember Eyes of August deepest blue While the lazy town was sleeping Strangest love that I ever knew Feel the wind blow, see the shadows
