this to and afraid to admit Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate its song. The days have passed, it's time to carry on. Nostalgia is a broken record
I keep my thoughts exactly where you are I wanna be here, I wanna feel you Like a broken record Like a broken record Like a broken record Like a broken record
On this hill top I buried you As a younger man We gathered 'round Your empty husk And spoke of how you were so loved And as the sun died I promised that
of this to and afraid to admit Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate its song. The days have passed, it's time to carry on. Nostalgia is a broken record
Stand a little From your hand <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Broken birdie Lost his voice Black black lightning
Übersetzung: Mami. The Ballad Of A Broken Birdie Records.
where you are I wanna be here I wanna feel you Like a broken record Like a broken record Like a broken record Like a broken record Like a broken record
On this hill top I buried you As a younger man We gathered 'round Your empty husk And spoke of how you were so loved And as the sun died I promised
a little From your hand <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Broken birdie Lost his voice Black black lightning Broken
spots Kno how I move Let fire some shots [Verse] I came to you fat fuker chained up rained up gang bang nigga I was framed up big broke records bankbroke records
he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlor and see him standing over there As smug as a robber that a
a nigga in a blenda BLUKAH Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH If you bout nigga hatin' on me I don't give a fuck They thank I don'
and bauds always gon' bust a head I'm a well-known lil' nigga On my cell phone talkin' bout six figures You get yo' dome bust on in a split second Cause
a loser, a stank pussy abuser Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off
to a hater YoU can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop
