vision's gettin' blurry Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's take it back
Tłumaczenie: House Of Pain. Co to za zapach.
Tłumaczenie: House Of Pain. Co to za zapach?.
vision's gettin' blury Chorus 2X: Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's
That's when I swore that someday, Someday I would get outta that basement And travel to a magical, far away place, Where the sun is always shining And the air smells
right up under my face I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake The smell of right it's all about
found peace right here in your arms By the way, how you gettin' along, huh? I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone But, all
t for this german nurse they woulda served her worse I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse I wonder what would happen if that woulda
my wife If that's what you demand Then that's what I'll deliver If that's what you demand Then that's just what I'll give you If that's your master
Yeah, I don't mean to bore, you know my name Chill for a second, just hear my pain If you've lost any loved ones you'll feel what I'm saying I Ope it's
pictures of ya And your light blue crack down Nokia Things in my house still smell of ya All i wanna say is: Papa if you can hear me...!! I regret every bad thing that
of ya And your light blue crack down Nokia Things in my house still smell of ya All I wanna say is that Papa if you can hear me I regret every bad thing that
ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was 'Humpin' Around' and 'Jump-in Around' Jacked her then I asked her who's
around and they all know Tricky That's what's good man they all say Tricky Homie, it's been a long time comin' and I'm straight with that Marshall done
the desert Warm breath Creates a sandstorm Transform Rattle Snake Strike Smell your hands warm Fangs puncture palms, venom Seeps through your veins Pain
my money, on hand on my buddy, That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me. Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin, Don't let that bird