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Blune

Fordítás: Blune. Fájdalom.

Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights

Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from

helpin' Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' Blunt

Por sentado no doy nada de lo que soy ni el latido mas minimo, ahora no.. It's the air that i breathe It's my fall at your feet It is my song I

learn, but it's too late Blunt force trauma to the head But it's too late It's too late It's too late Too late Blunt force trauma Blunt force trauma

yo we crusin, (yo we crusin') yeah we crusin, (yeah we crusin') yo we crusin' (yo we crusin') down the streets (down the streets) i got the money, who

Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Could'ya'believe that?, couldn't go to premier to her joint Man, you know they were strong back then man Blunt

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