No matter what tomorrow brings On earth or the stars I will be where you are,holding you Now that I have you here I'll love you for a thousand years
future holds No matter what tomorrow brings On earth or the stars, I will be where you are, holding you Now that I have you here, I'll love you for a thousand years
holds No matter what tomorrow brings On earth or the stars I will be where you are,holding you Now that I have you here I'll love you for a thousand years
Traduzione: Little Big Town. A Thousand Years.
Did you hear the whisper on the wind? There is no salvation for you Our children will never see your face. To the pit again for a thousand years (Thanks
and you know what I'm saying In the Tex, invisible set cut I don't give a fuck, bout a motherfucking slut Keep a bitch with a big fat butt, on my side
that's my duty Fuck a big bootie groupie Need a fruity, cutie hoochie with lots of loochie This goes out to my niggas Uptown Downtown, Midtown, across town and out of town
on the first day Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition Y'all got papers but I got the latest edition (extra extra) A hundred-thousand dollars a
town And I passed a cow and the cow was brown And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud There rose before me a little
which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a
down from heaven And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes you would
Vallejo, to the Big "O", fuck that yeh-yo, hundred thousand units, make a nigga half a million dollaz, if you sittin on a grip, I have to holla at yo
one Nigga you got one to spark one, time is creepin' I'm keepin' a fat stack with crack for the fiends Sixteen which free dreams, low riders and big creams Big
twitchin' Loyal ladies usual, a D-and A's the mutual Scared to face the light of a courtroom site Racist cops on each side 'cause the know I just might make a
a fraternity And when we have a party it's the place to be We're frats we're frats we're obnoxious little brats And we're here for years 'cause our parents
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
so overwhelmed by its sheer intensity I had to pop myself a beer Yes, on these hallowed grounds, open ten to eight on weekdays In a little shrine under a