him right down to his knees. And I'm reeling, once again I'm leaving. I'm leaving and once again I'm leaving. And I'm leaving, once again I'm leaving
Übersetzung: Schwarz. Leaving Song.
leave to their goodbyes I've come to depend on the look in their eyes My blood's sweet for pain The wind and the rain bring back words of a song And
and let go your fear And give a green light to the man on the mic And keep this beat cause it's just my type And I'll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy
and walls with our sweat and our blood and our ten blistered hands to uproot our old plans, to throw off and leave. To leave, yes, we will leave this
gonna change? I?ll be coming back around Are you ever gonna stay? If your soul begins to blacken like the vengeance of the sea Don?t waste your song on
yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya Even now make it good to ya, remember me? I love fuckin slow with the lights low Black puerto
at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black
bitches Help me raise my black nation Reperations are due Its true Caught up in this world I took advantage of you So tell the babies how I love them Precious boys and girls Born black
about yo' girlfriend? She s'posed to be my friend. [MAN:] Come on, come on, baby, don't worry 'bout her, I mean we can leave here, go get something to
they trunk, put this in your deck and see if you can make them speakers (humm ...) [Chorus: Thrill Da Playa] So let's head down the avenue, And before you leave
you should see my MySpace says girls leaving message saying come at my place. If I go home late that jezebel gets straight doggy she ain't seeing my face. Grinnd. [Verse 3: Giggz] Black
nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone She startplay sweet song pon mi saxaphone See har man sum'n dead she wear black and a moan
weh no easy Well Shabba Ranks is the king Let's establish a ting who a don from donkey Well Buju Banton write unoo fi stop from fight And just chat lyrics whole night So when da song
: (feat. Rick Ross) [Rick Ross:] My Paint Wet, I Ride Slow, The Girl Sweat, While My A/C Cold, Stand Up Guy, But My Top Fold Black Card, 50 Cash For
. Comet oh damn it The comet comes hurtling down on a precious plot of earth. Grey leaves are too much for any mother to handle,a father must pull his black
get wit my nigga to get me some llello Double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure
