Перевод: Песни из фильмов (другие треки) саундтрек. Загар [топлива].
memories are just where you laid them Drag the waters 'till the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was there something you left behind
Memories are just were you laid them Tried the waters till the depths get rough that day. What did you expect to find? Was it something you left behind
home So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south. Chorus: The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel. My brakes are gone, I'
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire! Turn on the dynamo, into the wild I go, No other place I know, I know. Turn on I see red, Warhorse
Put some fuel into the fire To make it rise again This could be our very last chance We won?t allow time To catch up with us After all we?ve done
!? HIS HIS HAIRS SO LONG IT NEEDS A TRIM! I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers, IT'S PROBABLY TRUE LIKE ALL THE OTHER RUMORS! You think you're modern
the fuck is the matter with us We can't figure out if it's Lust or it's love What's sad is what's attracting us to each other They say that every man
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks We gets knots, 40 ain’t tha lots fuck a mule My lil nigga hit tha fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
with you in a hail of bullets I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things we put each other through
tellin who u might see up in lennox square i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other
in the restroom Young Money!... [Jennifer] You've got me and I could not defend it I tried but I had to surrender Your style got me under the spell Left me no other
s over? Neither kinder nor the kinder (How will we recover?) Are you fuel for the fire? (Ripeness when it's over) Neither [Incomprehensible] nor the over (How will we recover?) Must have others
news No other postwar technology ... even space travel, ... Here is Radio Bremen, we bring you the news The supplies of easily fissionable uranium Needed as fuel
do we argue all through night When we should be pillow talkin' baby? Make the wrongs right, all things aside, swallow our pride And just love each other
in to my tunes it's boom Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum Fuel-injected like a
same exact pattern What the fuck is the matter with us, we can't figure out if it?s lust Or it's love is what?s attracting us to each other They say
a polite psycho It's a full out cycle of a trifle life Cops can suck my cock if they don't like us I hang around prospects, strikers, bikers Cruel in a duel, a bull fueled
