Testi:
Church Old Flame

Traduzione: La Chiesa. Old Flame.

words mama tried And I've lived those teenage Friday nights the pyrmid of cans in the pale moon light And that Summer Becky broke my heart Alabama sang old flame

We thought about craft to make this God Lord of our raft [Flame] I come to preach Christ, mean to brings the Good News I'm not from the old school like

another nigga scooped me I'm chromed out Snoop, far from a hooptie Who's she? Shorty bang, old glory the name Hollow tip range, burn 'em in the flame [

here... many souls had been dragged Screaming into the bottomless depths Curse where there names Written in hell There is no life here I see the church, an old rotten church

on a church day Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers Old head feed kids, have to run the

Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove. Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes

you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old

you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old