When I, am trying to explain (You) lose your self control forgetting Aligned, forget the reasons why (so we) choose our own way home Again When I, am
Перевод: Eight Mile Road. Забывающий.
Перевод: Восемь Wonder. Забывающий.
)! Baby, we’ve got a date, don’t you remember? Baby, baby, don’t you be late. Please don’t forget: I’ll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight
nass brumm brumm der partybus geht rum -larsito- we got one two three five seven eight guys we got one two three five seven eight girls so what
Something I just might regret Something you will not forget Maybe I should throw away Everything I've learned today All over me (8x) Pushing forward
Fort Minor with Tak Been a fuckin nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot Eight
, hmm that's kinda silly Is it Santa Claus or is it my Uncle Willy? Now here we play games but this one feels weird When I see eight shiny reindeer 'Bout
Forget about the party shit's in Calamazoo, And I don't feel like drivin' any more than you do, We gotta house party over here in the place, With all
letting you down, I could never be like lonely now, I care too much for my baby, Never forget that you can call on me. [Chorus x2] [Middle Eight]
my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight
(oww!) I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!) Never forget where you come or that block
'll be so glad to see my baby And hold her in my arms one more time And when I kiss her lips I turn backward flip And I forget about these feet of mine
... You know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... Bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me... Everything seems so eight ball... Everything seems so eight
... Honest to g-d, really... You know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... Bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me... Everything seems so eight
need much of that No, no, Imma be alright, Imma be alright Seventeen, your own beauty queen introduced to me She in the Hollywood scene Moved to Cali from NYC It's been eight
up with a girl I'm leaving her weeped like a willow I'm totally in love with a kids beat silhouette Till I see another one better Eight to twelve a rapper
Priest+, call +Superfly+ Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and I I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks
