Tłumaczenie: Last Winter. For All Times.
it's over Because I've realized that This will be The greatest of memories ever known And I hope that one day while you're looking back I'll be there For
be flyer cause I need to be love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat one time for the Ville that Cole rep another time for the city
game love us My women either centerfolds or on the main covers Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer And pray for winter But when it's winter time
I remember summers, you and me lasting forever Holidays come and we'd never, never ever be apart I remember spending all of my time, every minute The
There are plenty of the bad times that I've had Seemed to last so long while the good ones went so fast But the best times I remember them most of all
the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all
This is the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all
more gifts What I really want for Christmas What I really want for Christmas What I really want at Christmas time Is peace tonight, peace for all That Season's Greetings last
With some people you don't see The whole picture all at once Like you fill in the gaps In the stars all by yourself And who has time in this world of
the edge of despair For a long time now, and I don't care I watch you sleeping a the hospital bed The baby curled up in a ball Winter sunlight hits
give you love that lasts forever And a promise to be near each time you call And the only heart I own For you and you alone That's all That's all I
my heart away each spring. Now a spring romance Hasn't got a chance. Promised my first dance to winter. All I've got to show's a splinter For my little
my heart away each spring. Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance. Promised my first dance to winter. All I've got to show's a splinter for my little
many ways we've been broken inside All the questions you ask, we'll find answers together in time All we need is to believe that There's always a reason for
And the prairie wind blew The green kept rolling on For miles and miles Fields of fuel rolling on for miles Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time
I aint shootin through no car, I do walk ups and stand offs put barrels in yo mouth, for my boulevard niggaz, DB and dane, still send the money for us for
high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold But when the winter go and the hot summer flow Then it's back to the all