Testi:
Chris Fields

records now I need to talk to Jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with

mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian armies in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous Rout of the Fields

Written by Chris Cagle, M. Jason Greene, Brian Wayne Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done

Verse 1: This is a mellow county: Round hills and fields of grain; Of colours soft and subtle, And cobwebs in the rain? Verse 2: And if I had to tell

get set and now go a worldwide show now here's the intro the torch is lit and now the gun is pointed perpare for the world's best to be annoited on the field

(Gram Parsons/Chris Ethridge) She ... She came from the land of the cotton A land that was nearly forgotten By everyone And she ... She worked and she

playin' pass the ass bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass all night long with your bullshit talkin' litical. Litical. But your crew is all soft i Knock your best shot off the right field

and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010, how the fuck

people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris