Übersetzung: Porter, Billy. All I Do.
: Watch the sky For a reason why I'm safe here Sunday it was part Monday it was none Monday was none For the dead next door One pair of silent terror
grace au crew sinon a qui 92 i, du son pour mes gens, du plomb dans les jambes, negro, du chrome sur les jantes, j'brille. J'ai rien vu, rien entendu, les portes
pas de la grenadine Si t'es presse , on fait ca sur le parking, si t'es pas presse faut qu'je passe au pressing j'vais te demonter comme une porte de
: I'm from the 80's, Home of the heroine, Error of the hustlers, uh The world is my custy New rich porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these
: Hey..Hey...Hey...Uh...Hey...Hey...Hey [Billy Bats] Laissez tomber les mecs le sud reste reste le best, Les putes testent mais restent a terre,je
j' me teleporte par derriere Fonky et tous mes potes sans backstage Franchit toutes les portes devant ceux qui m'ont ferme les portes Je frime je leur
ist mittsomernacht bei ikea knuppelharter kampf um jedes sonderangebot Solo Regale sind schon weg Ich klau? ohne zu fragen Einfach schnell nen billy
There's a screened-in porch in the front but not the back The back's just got a door and a crepe myrtle bush And a little ole dried up garden and some
I?m on a haystack kickin? back three bails high A flatbed stage and a full moon light Party on the farm all night long With the moonshine flowin' till
Sing our songs of freedom And we sing our songs of peace We sing about sweet harmony For to make the fighting cease Let's sing one song for the folks
A cakewalk down the gangplank full of greenbacks and Annapolis shoes From Jersey and Memphis, the home of the brave, and the home of the blues With voices
Somewhere east of edens gate We ran a light at love and hate Its tired and we're getting late The world is turnin, turnin, turnin Day breaks On a world
Watch the sky For a reason why I will say Sunday it was part Monday is none Monday was none For the dead next door One pair of silent terror reins And
a girl Secondary clothes Don't worry, nobody knows Somebody order my round 'Cause I'm getting by With a twelve pack from 12th and Porter with Billy 4
Where I thought of you now in your castle and crown So I found me a whore with a face just like yours After several gallons of porter When I awoke,
the vow "Be my Bonita" And her dowry was my life between the shores I was born with rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman From the port calls
Mon planisphA?re n'a pas de limite N'a pas de frontiA?re, pas de plans de portes qui se ferment L'ouverture est fraternelle Passez le mot, posse pas si
