I left a trail of Lucky Strikes on the way up to your room in case the sun went down, I'd find my way home. Now one and one half years have passed and
lady she is blind She said it's wrong to kill this man Even if he's killed your child Revenge is mine, said the Lord Well the Lord's one lucky guy Strike
I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. I can't help it if I'm lucky. People
as I got Didn't drink, didn't smoke Did I think I could go through this world Pure as an angel A girl guarded from danger It wasn't a lucky strike Or
placing all my napkins and my cutlery I can tell it wasn't love I just thought you fuck with me who coulda predicted Lucky Strike will have you stuck
im Armel, Rapper basteln die Sarge, komme um Flaschen zu werfen, ich lasse Bastarde sterben, bleibe hart wie Stein, dein Leben steht auf der Kippe wie "Lucky Strike
: Part 1 (Kollegah): Ey, fruher war es Ubergabe bei Kentucky Fried Chicken, 20 G schnelles in 'ner Packung Lucky Strike Kippen, Heute ist es Doubletimes
out on the run Funny how ev'rything was ROSES When we held on to the GUNS Just because you're winnin' Don't mean you're the lucky one BREAKDOWN
same cry Jin; rapping: To wake up daily and sleep better nights That's what we all wish for to seek a better life, right? It's unfortunate when tragedy strikes
you Tra, la, la, la, la We believe in pumpkins that turn into princess And frogs that turn into prince We believe in moons that smile to us When we hurry home before the midnight strikes
worse The state came strong, meaning he was found wrong The last thing in the judge head was sending the mane home They offered him some time, three strikes
true love whose bound to stay behind. The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she's a-turnin' into hail, But I still might strike it lucky
family We told you "Who's on first?" like Amos told Andy Southpaw pitcher on the microphone Easy as 1-2-3, gettin down in your strike zone Fireball, fastball
And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps Lucky the
: The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books We watched the jetsons
look like melting mice) A confidence man, but why so beleagued? He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike