Сколько мне еще здесь маяться придется? Голых ветвей за окном печальная сетка. Кому-то нравится, что из этого потом выходит. Но знайте: виной всему
You come in cold, You're covered in blood. They're all so happy you've arrived. The doctor cuts your cord. He hands you to your mom. She sets you free
опасности В двадцать второй день сорок первого лета С первыми лучами бледного солнечного света Острый меч разрубил границы великой страны Страницы хроники
There’s a place out there for us, more than just a prayer or anything we ever dreamed of. So if you feel like giving up cause you don’t fit in down here
I need an alarm system in my house So I know when people are creepin' about These people are freakin' me out These days, it's getting hectic everywhere
[Adam Levine] My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This
Cronica (Humberto Gessinger) Ja nao passa nenhum carro por aqui Ja nao passa nenhum filme na TV Voce enrola outro cigarro por ai E nao da bola pro que
Yeah, cut the beat on, the coolest nxgga ever just walked in the room Cut the heat on, minutes after the call, I remove factory socks, and put brand
Killa Klan (8x) Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago (cities differ for each chorus) [Juicy J] Late last nite
[Juicy J] The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
[Verse 1: Juicy J] Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin When I ride down the strippin Bentley rolls on these hoes Couple months a nigga be flippin
[Juicy J] Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice YouknowwhatI'msayin
I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck (Travis talking) Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep
Thank you. You know exactly who you are You played the role of superglue When I was falling apart Through all the papercuts And all the broken hearts
My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that i believed Every single lie you said Cause every pain
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da Ba ba da da, ba ba da da, ba ba da da Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got (Ba ba da da) Not much of a girlfriend
You think you know, but you have no idea This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia Now here's another broken link for anyone Who thinks my life's together
I knew this kid named Alberto, funny style cat And his girl looked like a turtle Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle High school track, he ran the hurdle His