Corrosive. Tainted by my sin. I'm spilling blood. And I can hardly contain it. Corrosive. Hallowing the hand. Stiffened. I eat away. Eat. Eat into the surface.
You know what I am. You know what I do well at least I thought you knew. They call me Pusha. Damn. I take you like a slap in the face. Every time the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions.
Up in the sky. It's a bird,. It's a plane. Yea, it's a plane.. I'm not afraid to fly,. I'm not afraid,. Yea, I guess I'm afraid.. Fear is a good thing,.
Honestly, why the hell are you standing there,. And what the hell are you waiting for?. Your expectant smile is starting to get on my nerves.. So tell me now, if you're so fucking rationalist,.
Everything you need. Is everything I need to be. I sit across the room. Your breathing starts to croon to me. . Every prone to be. A pillar of things you will never need.
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh. . Do quiera que iba yo. Pensaba en ti. Ahora risa me das, no lo hago mas. Tu fuiste para mi, una vez amor. Y ahora no llegas, ni a dolor.
Dios bendiga siempre. La pasión y vida. Que me dio tu amor. Y las madrugadas. Que pasamos juntos. Esperando al sol.. . Cambiará mi suerte. Por aquellos días.
Sometime I feel so happy. Sometime I feel so sad. Sometime I feel so happy but mostly just make me ma d. Baby you just make me mad. Lay the arms, you pale blue eyes.
Little children, born to chaos, sojourn by the stars appear,. Though your fears wrap all around you, love has come and peace is here.. . Men to men, in violent rapture,.
Hey what's the matter with the style I wear. 'Cause I never thought I'd end up here. And you wear a face that holds a selfish smile. . But it's not enough to care.
A small boy, bucket in hand. Building castles in the sand. Thinking of his life that lies ahead. An engine driver, sailor, why not a king. Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said.
Pepe Botika es un honrado traficante tomando copas me l'encuentro to los días. me cuenta historias de sus años en la cárcel. a veces había suerte why si tenía pasta salía..
Como fruta madura. Y arrancada de los árboles. Como perlas lacrimales. Te adoré de esta manera. . Dormiré cuando me muera. Al vaivén y a la cadencia de.
Me I'm just a poor boy, from across the far southland,. And I've traveled many days to reach this place to mke my stand,. I fell in with a merry band, and drank away the hours..
If some of ya'll never been down south too much. I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this. So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about. Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods.
Make way for the pigeon kicker. Splattering the city wall. Nothing ever seemed so pretty. Nothing ever seemed so dull. . Past the line of cigarette trees.
I've been on tenterhooks. ending in dirty looks,. list'ning to the Muzak,. thinking 'bout this 'n' that.. She said that's that.. I don't wanna chitter-chat..
You, pretty thing. Let me buy you a wedding ring. Let me hear the choir sing. Oh, you pretty thing. . You, pretty thing. Let me walk you down the aisle.
Está mal, no me toquen mas. La marihuana no se viene muy mala te hace ver otra realidad. Te vas a atar a la fidelidad. Homosexual es una mala palabra no es de gente normal.
¿Puede mi angustia ser tu alegría?. ¿Puede esta melodía ser mejor?. ¿Puede la astucia ser algún día. La salida a mi agonía. De imaginación?. . ¿Puede mi infierno ser.