[Verse 1 - Bun B] Well it's Bun B performin live, one night only (one night only) Come on through and kick it with your trill homie Showtime's midnight
Can I take a picture and ask for the permission? And y'all don't really have to homie it's your decison. So nervous, showin your friends is the only
Achtung - Tritt gefaßt und aufgepaßt frei weg marschiert ins Morgengraun hinein. Spielmann spiel wenn noch ein Herz du hast so spiel: "Lebwohl
sun?s going down let?s get together on the bridge we?ll meet up tonight black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags above the East River?s northern lights
Bomb, bombs away, so much safer Than a loaded gun and I won't blink 'Cause you're softer than a sharpened blade And I need you and you need me Na na
[Verse 1:] Oh, it's hardly a secret You ain't gon stop tryna get where you going until you reach it Always had them bars back in the day When the same
What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade? When we lay down our weary guns When we return home to our wives and families And look into the
What will with do when the war is over, tender comrade When we lay down our weary guns When we return home to our wives and families And look into the
Vaitatko sa viela olevasi yksilo Niinkuin rotat sinun ymparillasi Ala unelmoi ala kuvittele Sina et voi luottaa kehenkaan Et sa nahnyt sita kaikkea paskaa
Is Jesus your pal? Do you call out his name, When your concience is shivering? Do you need someone too, Just like those people who Find peace in someone
Feeling the glass to tell how cold outside the car Swerving aside from street to sea I can't see the stars, can't see the stars All is cold and all is
Qu'est ce qui t'as pris bordel de casser la cabane, De ce panoupanou, puis sortir ton canif, Ouvrir le bide de primitif, Qui debarquait de sa savane La
I consume your soul Flames of Armageddon Raised swords Heavens gate are shattering No mercy for the fallen ones Iron will of desecration Stronger that
Little months little smokes And oblivion in a wool dress In a door opens tenderly Near a wall where the wind is born Near the jolly garden Where saints
Little months little smokes and oblivion in a wool dress in a door opens tenderly near a wall where the wind is born near the jolly garden where saints
A call is taken The plans are made The pawns are placed For the masquerade Closed hotel rooms Off the Place Pigalle All concealed Behind the femme fatale
Burn away the best part of everything And strip away all that I am, I dispose of the man We won't make it so why should we stop it? I wake up again in
Uh It's hardly a secret You ain't gonna stop trying get where you going until you reach it Always had them bars back in the day When the same ones runnin
