m gonna blow up in your face You know the way You gotta light up and let go (I won't, I won't, I won't) You'd better let go Let go You better let go
Перевод: Faith No More. Light Up и отпустить.
Перевод: Faith No More. Загораются и Let Go (Ashes To Ashes Регулярные Одноместный B-сторона).
strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We
go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado
m like lighting. And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titans. Fast and exciting. My Passion is Frighting. Now let me put some more Vocab
man told me Look for it, but you’ll never find it all Let it go, live your life and leave it Then one day, wake up and she’ll be home Home, home,
likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go) I know you can get with that, flippin through the city Bright lights and
know? So pay up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit' a twenty-two; more like a trey-deuce.-- more juice. Grown man; I ain't
life is crazy, I might go crazy, if I'm down Don't let 'em break me, so I stop and I pray to God Oh Lord, forgive me for my worldly lies And help me
[Verse 1 - Big Sean] Sometimes I dream bigger than I live Sometimes I think better when I'm lit So goin and light it Roll it up, ignite it One time for
moon the light - the sun's gone Fly me through this storm and wake up in the calm ... I fly right through this storm and ... I ... Wake ... Up ... In
moon the light, the sun's gone Fly me through this storm And wake up in the calm I fly right through this storm And I wake, up, in, the, calm
master my faith They say I'm deep and too complex for rap But yo, I grew to learn there's more to life then cars and gats So I chose to share the light and
a girl with the chop ball Big Jagga let 'em swear when I stop gore Go get em got work in da black doll And we slipping and make u sing in da club
Dead broke and 'bout to go crazy Half a tank of gas, two cigarettes Scrapping up change in the ashtray And the voices it's was only a test of my faith
