'm dreaming back on that summer Feel the sunshine in the air And my heart can't stand it no longer My summer love I swear My sweet summer love (2x) ( My sweet summer
: Immer einfach standig Traume ich von dir Meiner Sommerliebe Ich halte dich fest Oh,du tauchst in meinen Traumen auf In der sonne Ich sehe das meer
: Inaspettatamente come pioggia d'estate Ora sei presenza indispensabile per me oltre quel profondo che il cielo di notte tu gia sei nel mio sguardo
stack in a day It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter summer
wall When we first fell, we fell a long way Summer nights and winter days Mountain sunrise, ocean sunset Hand in hand in the haze Now it's cold heart summer
English trees in my garden We planted seeds in a faraway land In between the palms and the succulent grove They lose their leaves in the winter Mark
you afraid to die? Have you been sanctified By the blood purified? Keep me from my door The October moon couldn't come to soon So damn the summer Get
: (feat. Jhene Aiko) [Drake] uhh, this verse starts as my snipers hit their marks and ya guards fall down from a rifle to the heart like clap clap,
Der Mittelpunkt, der Zellkern der gesamten menschlichen Zellkultur. Bin ich, ist Ich in jeder Zelle? Wohl kaum ist ?Ich? die Summe des genetischen Materials
: We saw the summer night, We drank down the sober sky Left our mark into the concrete Burned up all our tires sleeping Words flow as we are fading Watch
: [Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on
time So hear me now boy Stay alive 'cause that's the way it should go Would your maker have opened your eyes If he'd preferred them closed? To feel the weight of summers
than slangin in the Valley Triple the profit makin more than I did in Cali Breakin off rocks like Barney Rubble Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want
rap spies be my folder I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog, Wu Forever
em like offensive linemen Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment Interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks
mourning pass slowly through our town His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground And the TV glowed that long hot summer with
time ago, fading years pass too slow. He's the only one, could make you smile. --oh, you're still crying-- Big city bound. Gonna make your mark. Read