Lyrics:
road that leads me home
Brings me back to the blues
I got miles under my wheels
Notches in my walking cane
Miles under my wheels
Notches in my
away
I'm on the dark side of your room
With the notches on your bedpost
With friends like you, who needs friends?
I shut my mouth and we do it all
水に揺れる街の光が
たどれない愛のようだ
黒い影に肩を寄せて
冷たい鼓動を聞いた
夜の色彩に溶ける
女のような微笑
colores perdido colores perdido
指で孤独を消し合った
la notche perdido
la notche perdido
モラルを 遠く離れて
ready to settle the score
How many notches on your gun
How many hearts have you won
How many hearts you've tried to play
How many hearts you've thrown
his pocket knife and I watched the notch go in
I said a few more and I'll be all grown up
And he said with a grin
They're just notches a couple lines
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop,
contre moi sur le beat ont fera mal
Tout a l'instinct animal
J'aurais envie de danser
Baiser toute la notche
C'est à toi de me faire oublier celles qui
boom
Una notche sin ti, boom boom
Estoy enamorado de ti
Mi corazón, boom boom
Una notche sin ti, mi corazón
Boom boom boom boom
Meu coração acelera
plus
Surtout quand tu montes mon buste
J’vesqui l’bus, pour venir voir ma puce
Fuck les cours j’veux entendre j’en veux plus
La notche on s’emballe,
J'ai passé toute ma notché sous l'averse
Sinon mes idées font 3 fois l'tour de la pièce
La monnaie la monnaie la monnaie m'apaise
J'lui ai dit j'la
yourselves and just
Gimme another blast"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Under the hill, with just a few notches on my belt
Take it away, don't want no more
Take some powder
Rock it
Lock it
Sudafed
Custys Coppin’ notches
If I flop I flip an ounce instead
I got a grip on my hand
Other wrist whippin’ the pan
My
Og du vorser med noen notches? Jeg er på vei
Og du snakker stor business? Jeg er på vei
Og du sitter på noe Code Red? Jeg er på vei
Dere haters
yourselves and just
Gimme another blast"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Under the hill, with just a few notches on my belt
Take it away, don't want no more
destruct in record time
So cotton pickin' fast it would blow your mind
See these heartache notches on my belt
I don't need your help
No, no I don't need no
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop,
out for faggots who say that Im missing
I got five watches it's feeling like Christmas
I got six commas I'm doing some fitness
Got seven notches that do
notches
Cuz now you're on my watchlist
Can you take it down a few notches
Cuz now you're on my watchlist
If you only look at yourself
Do u even think about
Intro: (Music starts…) Moooviiiin (Let’s Go!)
Verse 1: Turn this up a few notches (few notches) / you still standin’ there you need to stop it
vi bosser opp
Vi twister dubs vi tosser dem opp
Vi har biatches vi har notches
Tar dem ut og flosser dem opp
Fra topp topp til tå nå bosser vi opp
Fra
who went and hooked up with my best friend
I'm not the one who's carving notches in my bed
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want your damn excuses
I'm
don’t really care about the notches on my belt
I've been spending time on everybody but myself
I nearly OD’d in your bathroom
I thought you were my
notches
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want a clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
And I can't take it, no, no
wanna set me up, take me hostage, or take me down some notches
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want a clip
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