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Перевод: Weekend Players. Into The Sun.
', word bond My game is on lock till you bawl cop And it's never ever gonna stop Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power creative
bond My game is on lock, till you bawl cop And it's never ever gonna stop [prospect] Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power creative
first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he?s praying for a doorway Back into
say maybe sun will rocking untill tomorrow I got the right one like ray charles follow swollow punk pass the bottle cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my auto I'll play
When the days start gettin' warmer And the sun starts sinkin' slower Weekends go by faster and beer starts tasting colder Wanna tune into a station
his wife all alone. Here's to hoping she won't rush into things. If there's one thing she needs to learn is how to play it safe. Her dad is always there
more, bangin' the four Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade We livin' it up, got big niggas shrivelin
park and drink them there We'll bust out in the sun with a guitar and play some songs Call up our friends and invite them out to share What might be the last weekend
word bond My game is on lock, till you bawl cop And its never ever gonna stop [Prospect] Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power
game change, you don't believe it? Well just keep listening. CHORUS Who?..Still I wonder who Talk you into wasting your time? Mercy grows where the sun
room, burn baby burn If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn [Letha Face] Last call for alcohol, you know thugs don't dance We play
first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway Back into
June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car. Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby. And when you stuff yourself into a
