s no one speaking and no one's listening to words On skid row after dark On skid row after dark On skid row after dark She hides in the night, turns down
Übersetzung: Angels. After Dark.
WHOLE [CHORUS] ONLY YOU AND ME FACE TO FACE COME AND LEAD ME TO ANOTHER PLACE WHERE I CAN TASTE THE BLACK OF PURITY NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS ESCAPE OR SEEK A CARESS AFTER DARK
perfect blend of dark blue And some king of yellow But they don't really match your shirt We could live happily Ever after We could live happily Ever after
but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after
There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another
corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark
laugh I?m the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I?m demonic with the craft There?s a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta Flows dreaded like some f-
in my soul I know she?ll Have to go this one alone After all that is only way she?s ever known But there is no lamp in all this dark That could chase
s only gonna rope you up girl!" hear me, i know my capabilities of breaking in the the only thing that saves you from you feelings of trust believe the angel
Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist I can introduce you to your maker Bring you closer to nature Ashes after they cremate
day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel
so perfect world In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar It had no strings but the music touched the stars And his long dark curls
: Your my devil your my angel, Your my heaven your my hell, Your my now your my never, Your my freedom your my jail, Your my lies your my truth, Your
let's take a stand Teachers, teacher and the angel came forth holding the scroll Given the offering tell us more he said I write street archives with deep dark
: [Intro : Killah Priest] Yeah, Black August, Priesthood Wanna know how I got here? How it all came to be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark
get real when you wind up smoked? [Killah Priest] I spit volcanoes Twist heads, spit lead, then boast like the angels The scorpion tongue Come close
