tres vite fatigues D'autres plus jeunes les ont remplaces Croisant guitares coleres de la meme maniere Angleterre, Angleterre. Thatcher te coute cher Angleterre, Angleterre, sur tes murs se lit la misere
Перевод: Целевой. Несчастья.
Перевод: Целевой. Misery (3:00).
tres vite fatigues D'autres plus jeunes les ont remplaces Croisant guitares coleres de la meme maniere Angleterre, Angleterre, Thatcher te coute cher Angleterre, Angleterre, sur tes murs se lit la misere
sont tres vite fatigues D'autres plus jeunes les ont remplaces Croisant guitares coleres de la meme maniere Angleterre, Angleterre, Thatcher te coute cher Angleterre, Angleterre, sur tes murs se lit la misere
deep I'ma spare you the visual Far from religious but my heir's name is biblical Stay away from crabs they don't care cause they miserable School
in one ear and out the other The he say, she say, they say, I heard The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you
a whole fun When faces I can see that Why doubt your plans 'cause it's all worth believing We can make it worth do believe That evenness trust in the
'ma creep up on your behind, my nigga I'm about to bizounce, I can't take this shit no more Picture frame broken daddy 'cuz I can't trust you I'm ridin
stressin me (Tired of you stressin me) The scent of perfume on ya clothes (In ya clothes) Messin wit them silly hoes (Silly hoes) Got me feelin miserable (I'm miserable
no shame when Scarlet is your name Trust in flames when Scarlet is your name Yes, he's crying in his sleep Yes he's thoroughly miserable for me Losing
m trying to forget you and everything we had (we didn't stand a chance) we're miserable and it's true, I haven't learned a thing but now I know I'll trust
Oh, na, na, na I tried my best, never to stop love you To be there for you, oh You make my life so miserable Jealousy and problems, coming to our lifes
what you're thinking When your fist was in my face Was it nice to have the feeling None of that power gone to waste And you think that I can't trust
who said he's a lover Really he's a murderer [nicki minaj] imma put on my long pouffy skirt Man I should have known he would do me dirt So miserable
my heart? Why when I try to leave you gon brush my car? [Nicki] I'ma put on my long poofy skirt Man I shoulda known he would do me dirt So miserable
I'm on your mind so much you see me in your mirror I'll crush you and won't hesitate to buck you Can't rock me to sleep, I don't trust you I'm not prey
