a quiet place far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out
Fordítás: Három Dog Night. Out In The Country.
I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out
out there feeding On the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three
enemies Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped Underestimatin' hatin' got you knocked out
ya man to a hater You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards
and hand-me-downs Well my daddy hauled bills for the textile mills to pick up the little money we made Had a three room shack with a john out back We
guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were
Come all you gallant poachers who ramble void of care, Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, your gun and snare, The hare and lofty pheasant
2 hoes, on a three -way Dominican hoes on b day Country hoes in V A And they all say this The same about my game it's tight Thats why every night A different
Plains Drifter Pulled over to the river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers, pulled the bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country
Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money I was three cars deep, and this my pack money Eating and learning to act hungry From South Cat country,