Kore de owari sou omotte ita tooi ano hi Ima wa ieru hanebatakeru hajimari datta to Kimi no ruku moriga hirogaru te no hira to mure no sukima Kimi to
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring Six white cars and I put that on everything White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent White Range, white
I see a man in a white car Move like a ghost on the skyline Take all your dreams And you throw them away Man in a white car
Hey white liar The truth comes out a little at a time And it spreads just like a fire Slips off of your tongue like turpentine And I don't know why, white
White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the
When you're ripe You'll bleed out of control You'll bleed out of control When you're ripe You'll bleed out of control You'll bleed out of control When
Ah huh, you know what it is White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is White and Navy, white and
Sometimes I feel his feet When I'm fast asleep I know that I'm dreaming But the touch is soft and sweet I went to see the silent sailor And the sailor
Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the muthafucking flow Here comes the white sheet Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the muthafucking flow Here comes the white
BLANCO! Acercame tu pantalon BLANCO! Regalame tus Panties BLANCO! Acercame tu pantalon BLANCO! Regalame tus Panties [x2] [Pitbull:] P got I slash the
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow
There's a white prism with phony jism Spread across it's face And the soulful convicts forever interred Lose the smile across their faces The smile that
White shirt When my white shirt lets me down Like one we race against the wind You said that I've seen better days I wash her silver hair away I'm going
hey, white liar the truth comes out a little at a time and it spreads just like a fire slips off of your tounge like turpintine and i don't know why
Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
Today, we don't know who we are Ashamed, hiding behind the scars Too many times we let the things we feel Get in the way of letting us heal the wounds
Everyday's the same I feel them merge I try to separate Resist the urge But they tell me, I'll be fine That it will all get better Just try to write