Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way Well, I never felt
翻訳: トミースティール. ここで、全ての花はゴーン.
no pretend I touch a million, throwing hundreds in this bitch [Verse 7 - Birdman] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G5, Tommy
packed And I slung me guitar across me back Caught meself a great long train Searched the world for me share of fame Ain't found none, just hardships, messing about Skiffle, Tommy Steele
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin' a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot Tommy
a horse is a horse (Of course, of course) Spruce up the spread gotta make it look right I'm gonna paint my barn red and paint my fence white Vidalias, Tommy
God and I cut you no slack You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back Your some lame ass nigga rockin tommy hilfiger With 3 sizes larger
god and I cut you no slack You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back Your some lame ass nigga rockin Tommy Hilfiger With 3 sizes larger
I'm kicking the mic mechanism x4 [maestro fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.) I'm not a captain, but chicks like to kneel to feel The real steel when I reveal, they
shit got real Bitches flipped, hit PMD with the steel And asked him how it feel, jumped right back in grabbed the wheel Told the cats to relax and yo, peep the deal Remember Tommy
Ray white (rhythm guitar) Tommy mars (keyboards) Bobby martin (keyboards) Ed mann (percussion) Truck driver divorce! It's very sad (steel guitars Usually
the only way I know how to say what's on my mind I get up in the morning, I put the kettle on the stove And Tommy Steele croons a Guy Mitchell tune I
Llenaba espacios inimaginados. Un solo beso lo podia todo. Hacia que el mar de algun extrano modo, le hiciera caso. Llegaba a sitios donde nunca antes
men Amen! It's funny how significance make a difference Notice parables of three in every other inference For instance: "Who wanna battle? On the real? Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel
wear out your movements in spirit and sound True and living [Chorus] [Verse Five: Prince Poetry] We still remain rough rugged still strugglin jugglin bombs Shovin in Tommy
in the streets V.O.T chase you out of town the sound men about to catch another beat down Yo, Tee lay the beat down [Tommy Tee] Who am I ? [Tech Rock
snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel Shot
