I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out
a quiet place far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out
Traduzione: Three Dog Night. Out In The Country.
Come all you gallant poachers that ramble void of care That walk out on a moonlight night with your dog, your gun, your snare The hare and lofty pheasant
on a three-way Dominican hoes on B-way, country hoes in V-A And they all say the same about my game it's tight That's why every night a different group
All night in this bar (Dear Lord) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar (No shit!) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar! By two
ya man to a hater YoU can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards
me Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money I was three cars deep, and this my pack money Eating and learning to act hungry From South Cat country
what the problem is? [Verse 1: Murs] The problem is we all out for self In a world that's consumed by greed and wealth It's a dog-eat-dog and we cannibals
country ass nigga with a gold in the front Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold Tryin
lovely and guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his