Fordítás: A Stig. Igazságtalanságok.
Fordítás: A Stig. Garnélarák.
Fordítás: A Stig. Nem hiszem, hogy a.
Fordítás: A Stig. On My pad.
Finally, we put it to the test Dedicate to the true believer in you Finally, put it to the test Finally Make no mistake to the mainstream Music be the
Here we are trying to mend all the broken hearts In a world where the pain is the fear Ain't no doubt there's a method to madness here Set your clock
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up,
What you gonna do when the lightning strikes and hits you? Who ya gonna call for the secret of stealing the world? Swimming in this ocean of words on
I can lift you with my heart Give you meaning every day Cannot live without your truth And be the true me, to be the true you Pick the flowers from your
I speak from some sort of protection of learning Even tho' I make it up as I go on A special trait is that I've tried to reach all feelings So I speak
Judging by the voice He was free to himself so real We slaved ourselves to sacrifice More than that we do not know Then you hear him on the radio He
I'm stuck in the T.A.R.D.I.S. Trapped in hyperspace One minute snake charming The next in a motorcade All the right moves in In the right places Watch
Ring around the roses Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ring around the roses Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
-Layzie Bone- Puttin yo' shit to the pave Hittin' dem mean witta guage Me Lil' Lay wit' Rip, Kray, Str8 Gotta blaze dem a's And neva to taste Bone Me
Come with me, come with me and we shall run across the sky. We illuminate the night. Ohhhh, I, I will try and guide you to better times and brighter days
Come with me, come with me And we shall run across the sky We illuminate the night Ohh, I, I will try and guide you To better times and brighter days
I am the red in the rose The flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor And I am the gray in the ghost That hides with your clothes behind your closet
Hey, hey some missionary Boil at 100 degrees No one before has ever known what you're after But who wants to know? Standing here I've always known that