Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method
lose my heart To the same little boy someday Lookin' through my old pictures, faded photographs Some of them bring me close to tears, others make me laugh Old
a window is where you'll stay where you'll stay i turned you in i turned you into whispers i turned you in i turned you into old pictures i build
Перевод: Джаддс. Старые фотографии.
Перевод: Кое-что для Кейт. Старые фотографии.
Everyone has changed, yet everything's the same I promise to return once I make my escape (Hey) Make my escape (Hey) Everyone has changed, yet everything
Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts On the hills to LAX. People fill their tanks in flights of fancy. Actors waiting tables with a method
wonder why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture
I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old
she wanted me to leave She just wore it on her sleeve At least, I was around Mary Ellen makes the moment count As she's looking through old photographs Pictures
And I will hold the key until the day they say the cage will fall They say an artist from block 616 Revived some old art just for his own kicks They say his pictures
love again when I hold ya I know that God set you aside for me And now you are my prize Wanna grow old witcha And fill our house with your pictures Have
pictures of you in my head I feel like shit and my eyes are burning But still, I just cant go to bed Whiskey nights and missed mornings Still these pictures
your fucking head just to communicate niggaz As my squad get bigger you know we gonna multiply niggaz Blend up the mixtures and fly niggaz you want to take pictures
' tryin' to rock the party '92 a year later, 'bout a million records sold From doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom Takin' pictures
the same mistakes We know we have to face Someday the fires will keep on burning But today run away never look behind The same old pictures playing
my bitch. It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe, But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her) My old
friends and nothing more She loves it when I'm in town Hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear down Next door neighboors hear the sound Pictures
