the world end - what a God send I wish I could stop wishing you were here But I don't want to - cos I still want you I wish I didn't feel so flippin
Перевод: Пятно. I Wish.
hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must
when I get to the booth I go ham cause I gotta do what I can so I'm like Kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh, I don't know which side i chant I'm kinda like a blur
Why can you read me like no one else? I hide behind these words but I'm coming out I wish I kept them behind my tongue I hide behind these words But I
pool hall I loved as a kid Is now a Seven Eleven I went downtown to look for a job I had no training, no experience to speak of. I looked at the holes
all I do is sit around And wish I could forget you My demise I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny I fold, but They keep on
Before you're lost between the notes The beat goes round and round The beat goes round and round I never really got there I just pretended that I had
You could be happy And I won't know But you weren't happy The day I watched you go And all the things That I wished I had not said Are played on loops
the airway When I'm alone at night I dream you paint the stars against the twilight Suspended in the air I wish your silhouette would always stay there When I
, All ya'll niggas suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred?
'cuz I do it the right way And soon these things will change You lost all you live in the world underneath Do the same thing day after day Working only 'cuz I
It's been packed away And I can't get to it no way Until the birds return for spring cleaning All the traffic lights blur into a bright bouquet I wish I
hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back 8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right where I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel
realize that if it's stereo I won't be surrounded Astounded and amazed praise like two common I have nothing in common with the layman and the plane I
I knew I was getting into something and I would later regret Right when I lit the cigarette I caught an occasion of the spins I started wishin' I was
Ms. Brown, I want you 'round Hey there Ms. Brown I want you 'round I'm feelin' down Hey there Ms. Brown I need you 'round I'm feelin' down I see you
