Here I am. With thousand bleeding wounds. From the life. . Here I am. You never believed in me. But now this is my time. . I don't play your game. I know my way.
Mandame un verso. Que me zacuda el esqueleto. Espera un momento. Sientate y narrame un cuento. . Que no sea irreal. Que sea inmoral. Que no sea muy triste.
I ain't no gangsta. But I ain't no punk. I ain't no gangsta. But I ain't no punk. . You think I'm bullshittin. Come try yo luck. You think I'm bullshittin.
They love me. They want me-- I'm all theirs.. I want them. They're all mine.. . You always knew what was best.. And you've always done what was right..
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund, Frode Glesnes]. . Skjult bak tidens slr. Fins en tid vi ei minnes. Der ulmer fortidens glr. De er slukket.
[Lyrics by Rune Bjelland]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . Fjorders dyp og dalers sokk. Gaper opp mot Nordstjernen. Stillhetens kryptiske lat trer frem.
Eightball:. Close your eyes image just you and I alone. No instigators or player haters in our zone. It's on, we bone like two high school kids. Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then.
MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you claim to see. I can only aim to be, M-J-G. If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the same with me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga. Uh, uh, yeah, yeah. Eightball nigga, Koncrete nigga. Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah. . Spark the weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping.
One nigga found dead in the bayou. That's the beginning of this story that I'm telling you. I was in the 9-tre smokin' a spliff on the strip. Seen a little cutie with some bootie..stop to shoot the shit.
[Eightball]. Rollin' down Park Avenue bumpin' maze. My Caddy with them switches, got them bitches in a daze. Niggaz on the gank, smokin' dank, goin' nuts.
If I could only say, what you had in mind. If I could only run, towards your words. If I could only change, the things that stop me moving. I would follow (in your footsteps).
(Jan Eggum/Jan Eggum). Litt mere moden no. Litt strre men langt fra fyldig. ooh. Litt mindre uskyldig. med litt forserte smil. av tapper optimisme. og snev av sunn tvil.
Yeah... (You doubted me, but now you see I'm so focused, focused focused). . I've lost so many friends along this way it's bizarre. But I am glad I noticed their true colors notice how they really are.
Quiero confesarte hoy, que no puedo estar sin ti, te extrao ms an, cuando no te siento aqu. Mi vida necesita hoy, un poco de tu calor, para calmar mi sed en la magia de tu pasin.
I should never think. What's in your heart. What's in our home. So I won't. . You'll learn to hate me. But still call me baby. Oh love. So call me by my name.
No puedo estar sin ti. Autor e interprete: Edward Agramonte (Edw). Arreglos: Edward Agramonte. Mezcla y produccin: Joy Garcia Music (Joy Garca). . Quiero confesarte hoy, que no puedo estar sin ti, te extrao ms an, cuando no te siento aqu.
Don't pretend that you don't know me. If you mean to offend me then you're doing pretty well. And how convincingly you've shown me. That the love I thought was built to last is now an empty shell.
Don't know my attitude, don't know a thing or two. Ain't sure about my name, don't know my style. Don't know the dictionary, don't know what clothes to wear.