Flying so high Feeling so low Fill my empty heart Don't say no Can I get through this night, with some lovin' to show Won't you show me the way to go
Flying so high Feeling so low Fill my empty heart Don't say no Can I get through this night, with some lovin' to show? Won't you show me the way to go
Flying so high Feeling so low Fill my empty heart Don't say no Can I get through this night, with some lovin' to show Won't you show me the way to go--
Traduzione: Chicago. Show Me The Way.
: Flying so high Feeling so low Fill my empty heart Don't say no Can I get through this night, with some lovin' to show Won't you show me the way to
rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love a good talk show 'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show So always represent the American way
it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz give me props Forever hop, cause it don't
for the roll call all-4-one is in the house, gonna turn it out all the fellas raise your hands, let me hear you shout all the girlies in the place, let me
you forget this I haven?t been stoned in a while So let?s get high now and start a fire Out from the west coast, here to Chicago I?ll show you why I
learnin to crawl Chorus (verse 3) i've always dug the way you love the way your tattoos intimidate men I guess I'm one of them standin right next to you from way
to travel with your art From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago Now I've come a long way from the younger days
I was leavin' them with horn attacks Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that [laughing] This muh'fucker got jokes On the way To the show With my
the clip As I smoke one and spit Ammo over the piano For a man's show, you don't understand bro! You do, don't make me laugh at your ass Cuz you don't
slow, will you show me someone who may treat me kind? Or is this world I live in just a frame of mind? If you're living in Chicago, it's your home.
real one day i might feel alright again and i can write my way out of this pain thats a promise that you made me in a letter that you sent me from chicago
Petty Thieves, Crooked Ass Cops Won't Let Me Breathe, All My Love For The City Won't Let Me Leave, What They Expect From Me? They Want The Best From Me
We were riding north to chicago on route 65 we'd played the first show on a tour of 45 limey Shawn and Bryan rode in the truck 16 miles away me Shal
he told me that he's going back to santa cruz to live on a boat without a phone or a thing in his hands and i'm staying in chicago to work and go to school
