Lyrics:
For a minute it was looking like
I'd end up one of those guys
(Spending my whole life)
Looking for a special lady to save me
Maybe I'll never be
is like 10 bad bitches I'm in they guts
Know these bitches tryna set me up
That's why i gotta keep a gun
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Geek'd
Quelques gouttes d'eau
Polissent la pierre ponce
Devenues quelques gouttes d'encre
Un coup de poignet traduit la pensée
La petitesse d'un trait
mauvais
Donc à l’ancienne j’voulais l’allumer,
Chez toi, chez moi,
C’est l’enfer d’Agadir à Massilia
Avec eux j’me suis promis de pas m’affilier
Au cinquante-six, sept, huit, peu importe
De la rue X, si vous frappez
À la porte
D'abord un coup, puis trois autres
On vous laisse entrer
Seul
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
exactly what she'd say
But I wanted to hear it anyway she said
What about Jesus? What about Jesus?
He's the answer you've been searching for
'Cause
You can't blend in down in San Jacinto
With long blond hair and an orange El Camino
Two things I never thought I'd need to get by
A .38 Special
marziani che ci scrivono
lettere d´amore per spiegarci un pò:
sembran stelle cadenti d´estate
mentre d´inverno ci sembran comete.
Beati voi che non avete
J’étais à peine ado c’est à Noël 92
J’ai ouvert le cadeau quand j’y repense ça m’fout un coup d’blues
C’était un walkman à l’ancienne volumineux
ONLY A SHADOW
I'd heard of you
from a voice at the door
I'd heard of you
and the ghost that you were
A trace of you
just a flash
a fingerprint
Please, just deliver me peace and a chance to stay
It ain't even closure I need, it's a recovery
Well, I'd sink in the water or cry at the altar
Chorus:
Cause tonight see it's on
There ain't nothing going on but love
Yes tonight I'd rather be getting down
In the bedroom instead of the town
wonder if I should believe
Oh, I love you
God, I love you
I'd kill a dragon for you, I'll die
But I will rise
And I will return
The Phoenix from
on cassette
Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread
While the D's and the Feds watching
Before New York had Bloods, before L.A. had Suge
Before
If we were a Rock n' Roll band, we'd travel all over the land
We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things
If we were a Rock n' Roll band
If we
You make it easy
To bring out the best in me
I'd rather have you close
There's never a time, I want to go
I'd rather have you close
Yeah
I'm kinda
good thing all the time
Bigger, fatter, wider, deeper still
I'd have my back against the wall be climbing up that hill
I try to control the brushfire
If I could I’d have a mansion,
Big tall chimneys, lots of rooms.
Curtains at the windows,
Carpets on the floor:
Who could ask for more?
But living
believe you'd do that on our bed
I got a pistol and I got a bullet
And a pissed off finger just'a itchin' to pull it
The only thing keepin' me from
Moi j'attends Adèle pour la bagatelle
Elle sait qu'c'est pour ça qu'elle vient
Pas besoin d'lui faire un dessin
Comble de merveille pas besoin
Moi j'attends Adèle pour la bagatelle
Elle sait qu'c'est pour ça qu'elle vient
Pas besoin d'lui faire un dessin
Comble de merveille pas besoin
tes jours
Parle-moi de ta vie, où en sont tes amours ?
Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours
Mais, surtout, je t'en prie, ne parle pas d
Thought 'bout a couple long lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that
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