and trees Where, where is the town? Now, it's nothin' but flowers The highways and cars Were sacrificed for agriculture I thought that we'd start over But
Fordítás: Clerks II Soundtrack. Talking Heads - (Nothing But) Flowers.
Fordítás: Guster. Nothing But) Flowers (Talking Heads Cover.
Fordítás: Talking Heads. (Nothing But) Flowers.
an understatement, head to toe ya see I'm caking But you wanna say, "She's mine" Ya pockets better be deep if with me you wanna creep Nothing less than
tonight cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now but I gotta make sure I'm right and girl you damn right, if your head right I
s always drama in da club N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love But homie ain't nothing
-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting head
cold like Michigan eh look at what we living in here we go with this again I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening rather run around with them nothing
never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue I talk
got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they
my backpack, I know you smell me, Ia??m the s*** like an ex-lax. *Diarrhea Dwayne, Bust your f****** head, souvenir your brain. You aina??t talking about nothing
dem likkle punks I see the crooked way you like to walk But Jah Jah has a better understanding of the way I like to move Ain't got nothing to prove and
of rain Tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing
touched, bitch Now you know that we ain't into That rappin' back and forth on no song Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about But you on
fucking with the club life I'm like Pac, I'm making mail but I still live the thug life My rap name's getting bigger But ain't nothing changed I still
stay raised in the streets (Cause I'm out here grindin') Niggaz talking about greatness Whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing
? These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z is garbage When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless Might break a promise but
