Winter winds have gone and faded October skies are thoughts of gray Tears upon my pillow laying A child lost to pain, I'll pray for better days Lift
Verse 1: I feel like I'm falling Falling through time Slipping through cracks I'm buried alive It's pulling me under I'm sinking so fast It's so
I'm being haunted by a whisper A chill comes over me I've been trapped inside this moment I'm not victim, I'm not a freak Free me before I slip away
I've been waiting for this moment all my life(Oh Lord) Can you feel it coming in the air tonight(Oh Lord 2x) Verse 1: Well if you told me you were drowning
翻訳: 本格的なローズ. ギャングスタシット.
翻訳: 本格的なローズ. 同じオレ"ダチ.
翻訳: 本格的なローズ. のためのlookin Youreの何テルミー.
翻訳: 本格的なローズ. 誰かが助けてください.
翻訳: サウンドトラック. 本格的なローズ - ライトの.
翻訳: 54サウンドトラック. 本格的なローズ - ライトの.
n-gga plenty ackrite you know where we at right here, like here in the club on the furniture, f-ck do I care? tell the club owner here, Rose, Remy bottle
like pedals from a rose so they *** My breads buildin' bagels and legos When I rose they froze, trust me for the pesos I'm an A hole AK holes Think face blow
to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Rick Ross: Look at my wrist Its 200 thou, that mean fuck that nigga Come and fuck me now Suck me down, Blow
his spot still tied to the streets like a ish knot aint nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tick tock Atlanta repper in the home of the yankees Rose
South Side nigga till I rot Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the 69 drop Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop I blowed
to blow? I'm doin' exactly how many licks it took for my hoes Spendin' your cash flow 'cause she was so out hoe Scandal love, 'cause love full of scandal
notes dope rhyme supplier Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver And I won't stop rockin' till I retire When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower Blow
[Pusha T - Chorus] Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though
