PASSION And so I will TRY to articulate the hardest poem of ALL I will TRY to express what love is That is what I feel for David I imagine
Fordítás: Gray, David. Szenvedély.
Written by David Gray Three tower blocks glinting in the midday sun. Two ice cubes melting in a glass of white rum. Head for the places that I've never
butterscotch guts Hard top Benz with the roof popped up Every tooth rocked up N***a swangin' with the glock 9 60 duece cocked up bangin' at the stop sign Mamma passed
of someone we had conjured up a long, long time ago somehow, we both forgot what we really wanted in a partner due to practicalities so we buried our burning passion
A web of light divine Screen to block my view Head without control Our tree grown askew Cynical mass and fruitless passions Mouthing the words with time
with the roof popped up every tooth rocked up, nigga swangin with the glock nine sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the stop sign and I'm a pass, not my
Fordítás: Gray, David. Nem Get Through.
