light of day To find his way out of here Dinner conversation Passes him right by No one cares about his stories they call them lies Dreams of finding a way
day To find his way out of here (cant figure out) (cant figure out) No one cares about his stories they call them lies Dreams he'll find his way
Перевод: Taking Back Sunday. One Way Разговор.
of day To find his way out of here (cant figure out) (cant figure out) No one cares about his stories they call them lies Dreams he'll find his way
]: Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute. [Hightower]: Peace! [Xzibit]: Alright [Verse One]: [Xzibit]: It's a lazy Sunday night Xzibit
? [Xzibit]: Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute. [Hightower]: Peace! [Xzibit]: Alright [Verse One]: [Xzibit]: It's a lazy Sunday
dance with me Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one
mattress like yo With minimal conversation, no time wasting Only hard penetration, getting shiners on recliners Cumming in your faces, stop, get on top I take
I see you workin' them Valente She walk wit a fly Sashay Look here say I'm just a Fat Face I come through swervin' You love the way the leather grippin' your butt Conversation
one day) 'member the rest of your marriage, we used to get in the back (? ) Or when you put me in the wagon to the laundromat Way back when I was the
Yellow Whip Yellow Gun Yellow Clip Fruity Gat Shoot It Back Crome Band Bitch Niggas What You Doing With That Take 'em Back Make 'em Pop A Bunch
Daum Yellow Whip Yellow Gun Yellow Clip Fruity Gat Shoot It Back Crome Band Bitch Niggas What You Doing With That Take 'em Back Make 'em Pop
the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle Only see the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle He only sees the stars when he's tippin' back a bottle
