right around the bend and I?m scared I?m planning for a storm that will blow the roof and doors of home From here to LA From here to LA Should i fallow you here
around the bend and I'm scared I'm planning for a storm that will blow the roof and doors of home From here to LA From here to LA Should i fallow you here
around the bend and I?m scared I?m planning for a storm that will blow the roof and doors of home From here to LA From here to LA Should i fallow you here
Traduzione: All'inizio di novembre. From Here To La.
and I ain't got NUTTIN to give her Except this dick and directions to the front door Try to take my wallet and I'm lettin the gun pour I'm from Florida
tall as the street light. we pulled over. two kids on a black and white dyno. my mom and dad bought for my birthday. just last week. we're finding our fortune here
I woke up early to baby blue eyes from the afar whoah whoah and when the sun comes through and lights you like the angel you are whoah whoah I know I
I read in my book on Sunday afternoon So it's easy to think the end's coming soon But though sometimes the signs from heaven are vague Early November
s how I play [Verse One] Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps I was taught early on don't jeapordize the stacks Before I open my mouth, I get
my eye Must have been I felt the wind that cold November morn And I knew it would blow me no good from the day I was born I was born at an early age and
- try to shut us down - But now the police sing: OLA? OLA? OLA? So come on all good people - Pacanga is here with us - To the early morning we go OLA
I woke up early to baby blue eyes from afar And when the sun comes through And lights you like the angel you are I know I do you wrong when I?m with you
oak wood Gucci shoes, that's how I play Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps I was taught early on, don't jeapordize the stacks Before I open
't know why I did treat her how I did in November. Now if I can say anything truthful, over and above all, it's I miss her and so I'm stuck here giving
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries) On a cold November mornin' Back in nineteen-thirty-seven With an early snow a-fallin' On the three-foot tracks at Ames Came
And the sea of fenders I find my only life wait for me here, I'll find a home making a midst of the perfect 90's radio song wait for me here, I'll
so he won't run away Then we'll take the piggy bank and cash it in on our way So just chase your dreams and never let them go (down here) Decorations