I would pause mix breaks, whatever it would take No more servin' the white cane
Jusqu'au dernier m+Être carr+ê d'un certain boulevard I think about du kan +Ânska det g+¹r bra will meine Fangarme zurueck
We done got what we came here fo'
Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs, Crips and Bloods
Ooh, baby, please, oh
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good
I came out of the dream that was holding on to you
It's always your type, itchy and quick to bust off
They say I'm just too fly
Praying for something or someone to set them free.
The less you think the more you know
viva le donne con i piedi per terra
where there's wanting
then fired up a square man doing about 1-10
Down into the garden of truth
(Johannes Brahms)
You said you'd be coming back this way again baby.
Era estarte recordando cada d+ºa un poco m+ís
Because you're in my grip
Oh. what do I, what do I care now that it's over,
Maybe they're strict
Sanity is Draining from me
So she gave him daddy's old guitar as a toy
St+ºha+í ma potichu, ja be+¿+ºm bos+¯
You got my number, address, you know the rest
I was doing all right.
What does Donnie do about that?