Oversettelse: No Escape. Hallusinasjoner.
Here's the thing we started off friends It was cool but it was all pretend Yeah yeah Since you've been gone You dedicated you took the time Wasn't long
I went to her cryin', "Oh what a pity", she told me I see you chokin' on the tears you're holdin' My hands in the air, honey, so what the hell, honey?
I've got a hole in my heart and I made it just for you I've got something up my sleeve I wanna show you It's my life's work of tragedy and turbulence
The hottest, hottest under the sun Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man You already know that, pimpin', yeah Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired
graduated from lincoln high somehow i made my way through vmi joined the navy and i learned to fly that's what i always dreamed of there's a hometown
Standing at the station Waitin' for the train No money for a BLT Can't afford the plane Sat me down in a smoker Rolled me up a jay Time is up, runnin
See I come from a time where they didn't put rear view mirrors on passenger sides of vehicles And this is for those that still drink malt liquor Put
Messing with the big Texas Hold 'Em Fools think I'm rich now, I'm always on the road and I no longer play this as much, think I lost touch What's the
At the door, blowing a kiss She's careful not to wake her sister Knowing that she will be missed It feels a little bad, girl On the corner, engine runnin
Once, long ago Was a man, who made a TV show Spent, all his savings Every penny, so that we would know But, this poor man Had few fans, and his boss
I've seen the rain fall down and wash away a town I've seen strong hearts easily broken Why do some things survive while others live and die? How can
Here I sit in prison Guilty of a crime Yes it's true I killed a man But it was justified Yes he was a friend of mine He came into my home Made off with
Tom johnston Mama been workin', so hard Keep on workin' mama but you don't get far But baby I know, baby you're blind And I'll keep a-risin' mama, just
As I Reflect Moments of inner melancholia I turn to you in memory Symbolic visions in the withered wind Have all but flown away Distress signals from
?Quien te ha robado la primavera? ?Quien ha matado la ilusion? Tu corazon se fue de borrachera Y lo encontre llorando en un contenedor. ?Quien subira
Por la manana llegas a la fabrica oscura y fria La maquina esta parada triste desprende ruina Del despacho baja el amo, dice: "Hijos mios, no hay trabajo
