keep You're sour, so sour, all is hope and trust is misplaced You're sour, now you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking
When Jesse James was a lad He killed many a man And he roamed over the Scarsdale range Robbin' from the rich And givin' to the poor He was dark and cold
you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking on fire, hate to deceive Walking on fire, now the world will keep it's distance
Traduzione: PS Ti amo Soundtrack. James Blunt - Same Mistake.
STS, or a Benz Me and my friends rolling on 20's, I mean three's At the same time we some G's, sipping on Hi-C Tropicana, here's the key to the banana
to test the vest Stress and manifest success I make 'em all say, "Yes", impress and address The G.P. like L.S.D. (Uh-huh) I'ma take you out way out (way
I got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to
Chorus in the background)] Ayo, whassup New York City? It's the kid 50 Cent, and right now you turned into the G-Unit Radio! It's goin' down, you heard
Trevor positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley Scotch Ralston shows up if you're lucky Ad Raspler the Sweed, a friend indeed he's keeping an eye on the other guy's
(Mark Gray/James P. Pennington) The closer you get, the further I fall I'll be over the edge now in no time at all I'm fallin' faster and faster and
be cool like the winter, no Decemeber Two bad chicks, that's a two piece dinner Ridin in a benz, I'm a Rose sippa Pour a little outt R.I.P my niggasss
James Robinson, a.k.a. J-Ro) What? (Comin all the way from Malmo, Sweden) Say what? (Will you accept?) Hell motherfuckin yeah I'll accept, J-Ro? What's
place like home There's no place like home There's no place like, (Ravenswood motherfucker) There's no place like home No place like home There's no
soldi perche ho capito che il mondo e pieno di stronzi! Rit. Siamo gli mc's con piu skills devi gridare cosi vogliamo rime spesse vogliamo la suite se vuoi gli mc's
the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn Yo it's sorta like, Poitier and Bill Cosby 'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win My
, skate (ha), roll Bounce [Baby DC] It's Friday, I had to work all week Keep the cool hip, school, gettin' A's and B's Cuz if I came home with an F or
