I pick the paper up, God got another one. It makes me wonder if what I do is that enough, ooh. Lump in my throat, took the high road. Easy to be brave when the road's already paved.
Tu no me llore. No me da pena. No llora nada por mí. Del amor que va acabando. . Es el amor igual tu no me llore. De ser acabando el amor. Pienso a ti ya nunca no volverá.
Sorrow in my heart. Fear flows through my vein. My body dies from within. Your burning scar will remain. Branded deep in flesh. Piercing right to the bone.
I can see the summer heat radiating off the street. Feel the hot concrete under the soles of my feet. . Stolen beer, no fear, nothing better to do. Close my eyes into yesterday and it's all through.
How much longer do you think it will last?. Until we get even and finally erase your ass. . I can't wait 'til you. Get what's coming to ya. . You probably thought you'd never get caught.
Ka gjør eg med en som deg. Du e altfor fin og god for en som meg. Men du får meg på. Bli med om du tør, eg e klar til å gå. . Du hakkje møtt en pøbel som meg.
Gjort e gjort, man faller fort. En liten ting blir fort til stort. Det ekkje mer å gjøre med. Det e ingenting å gjøre med. . Knuste hjerter fulle av smerter.
maybe someday things will turn out right for me, maybe someday i am me.. maybe someday i can say that i have won. i wonder how that would feel i wonder how that would feel..
Tonight I'm going out with the dead.. I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed.. Had a fatal embrace, a cardia-caress.. But I was blessed with the final request..
Like a fire in a field. when the night falls. So bright so high. and it's your fault. You got me glowin' baby. you got me glowin' baby. Like a fire in a field.
Girl, girl, stay away, girl,. Girl, come back another day, girl. Better still don't come back ever stay away from here forever. Cause he's mine, mine, and I love him.
Miro a Sinaloa en el mapa crecer. ganando victorias dentro del cartel. pelean la gloria, hay les va la historia. guerras de poder.. . Don Félix Gallardo empezó a trabajar.
Light a candle for redemption. Ridiculous you are. Blame the demons. Blame the fire for atrocity. . Wise man's words of revelation. Stuck inside your minds.
We took this trip to Garden Grove. It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah. This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme.
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live. Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live. And it will be a long time before shit starts to give. And every single day it's getting harder to give.
My place is not a home,. don't make no difference. but I have found that I need a place to stay,. I never listen what bud lord man gotta say,. . You shoulda seen all the flops in my house.
Some folks say that smoking herb is a crime,. If they catch you smokin' they're bound to drop the dime. Insufferable informa crazy fools. Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules.