wing So here's a gift in this feather From this house of our friendship Shut the door and light the match Throw behind you, walk away These ashes, these ashes, these ashes burn
. From this house of our friendship, shut the door and light the match. Throw behind you, walk away. (You burn it down, you burn it down!) These ashes These ashes These ashes burn
Tłumaczenie: Story Of The Year. Lata Burning.
feather. From this house of our friendship, shut the door and light the match. Throw behind you, walk away. (You burn it down, you burn it down!) These ashes These ashes These ashes burn
your future life Ten years from this question Do you imagine a familiar light Burning in the distance The love that never died Ten years come and gone
!" And then she tied me to the wall And stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed me nothing but sauer kraut Until I was twenty-six and a half years old
ugly he still better love me And I can be late for a date that's fine But he better be on time Any man of mine'll say it fits just right When last years
year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified] I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story
vengeance of livin', had his braincells start to fuck up Steady callin' his shots, but steady leavin' a trail So sit back peep my game, I got a story
'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story
, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story
stay alive The ghetto The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto) The ghetto The ghetto (Funk funky ghetto) Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned
out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (stay) Drink your wine (home) Watch the fire burn
ooooohh ooooohhh, ohhooohhh, this is my side of the story, here me out. it's like my pen has emotions, i wanna pour my ink in to motion. tears start coming
(Bluey Robinson) Ooooohh ooooohhh, ohhooohhh, (Katy B) Yeah, This is my side of the story, here me out. It's like my pen has emotions, I wanna pull my
your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal In prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst
watch my mouth, how? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin