he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone. Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's
your head Now, he's gone, now he's gone, Lord, he's gone He's gone, like a steam locomotive Rollin' down the track, he's gone, he's gone And nothin's
he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone. Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He
Traduzione: Grateful Dead. Se n'è andato.
he'll live to be a hundred and thirty-three They try to tell him that he gon' die off in the penitentiary He mentioned he - needed me to send him a package
upset I threw the drop on, Michael J's in the top gone The inside's butter like microwave popcorn Stop drawing, it's gonna be hard to move me, Swiss the monster, he
on the roof, I'm not another pigeon out the chicken coop Stole your checks, and flush money down the toilet bowl Look at the frog, he's gone too down
York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right
to the facial turn into a human tornado, yes I'm able, cut up the gonga, I'm Philly label blunt sponsered, blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert, Smoke
he lost his mind. His girl ran off along with his best friend, And through emotional stress he brought his life to an end. It was such a tragedy, But that's
mac's 8 track cassettes the cd's the ipod's Bmx bixes the hoopdies the hot rods And my swag come from nazareth How you gone say I'm dead when I rose
on a stool Watching everything the engineer would do One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat, He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat, The
the facial turn into a human tornado, yes I'm able, cut up the gonga, I'm Philly label blunt sponsered, blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert, Smoke
Dedicated to her dear husband, Amos. [Roxie] Sometime's I'm right Sometime's I'm wrong But he doesn't care He'll String along He loves me so That funny
'm on the roof, I'm not another pigeon out the chicken coop Stole your checks and flush money down the toilet bowl Look at the frog, he's gone too down
he lost his mind His girl ran off along with his best friend And through emotional stress he brought his life to an end It was such a tragedy But that's
