whatcha wanna do Ke noe, stole the show fo sho Nephew, whatcha wanna do Ke Noe, bust a ho fo sho Nephew, whatcha wanna do Ke'Noe, bust a ho fo sho And
hatin' on me I get alot of love but they hatin' on me In a Bentley 'round the club but they hatin' on me Why is everybody playa hatin' on me? [Verse 1: Ke'Noe
[verse 1] Welcome home to the terrordome Land of the forbidden Cause that man be sinnen And his hand be hidden To rule the planet He planned from the
It took a lot to sell my soul The same thing happened yesterday I paid my price, then felt alive But no pulse is within my veins Never will I lie and
Probablemente en su pueblo se les recordara como carrochos de buenas personas que hurtaban flores para regalar a su mama y daban de comer a las palomas
There's a light on in your house but you're not home today And each time I come on by you seem so far away Can you give me some reason to hold on Can
Well a kiss might be just a kiss to you But baby it meant something to me And a night to remember might be Just a Monday in September baby it meant something
I didn't know what was in store When I walked right through the door Then I saw you over there Our blue eyes locked in a stare I didn't know quite what
There's a little girl, wanna make her mine What she wants, I don't know If red means stop and green means go Her light is always yellow I'm wrapped around
I give you everything (You let me down, down, down) I gave you trust and salvation (You let me down, down, down) I gave you everything that I could provide
When we touch.. I feel something happen When we breathe.. All the world is undone Stay with me.. As my heart surrenders Comfort me.. As I fall
Let's get drunk You can drive us to the harbor Wish upon a star But do you know what stars are? Balls of fire Burning up the black space Falling from
Every touch is measured out Every word is written down Sunny skies are seldom seen In the land of few and far between And everybody wears a frown Someone
Scrivi qualcosa per me scrivi una frase per me quando saremo soli poi, io la cantero' vedrai scrivi le cose che non mi dici mai. scrivi quello che fai
Non e colpa mia / se e tutto rovinato / il numero e cambiato non e quello che sai tu / Non e colpa mia / se non mi hai piu cercato / l?indirizzo e / lo
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood I thank god I'm alive oh and I'm a knock on wood Yea he go and walk through the valley of death I know the
Let's get drunk You can drive us to the harbor Wish upon a star but Do you know what stars are? Balls of fire, burning up the black space Falling from
