: If you want my sympathy Just open your heart to me and you'll get whatever you'll ever need you think that's too hight for you Oh baby, I would die
metre On a commence minots, vomis nos trips au mic, pas la pour plaire au meuf mec Que des braves sur la pelouse Tu piges on a le blues des esclaves
sans boussole, je l'ai souvent prie Terre, Que font les amants qui se retrouvent? Que dois-je mettre ce soir? Un tien de parfum, de l'alcool ou du blues
sent bon. J'prefere les petards aux petales et un peu la boisson. Marguerite c'est mes coups d'jus, c'est mes coups d'foudre, c'est mes coups de blues
heart. Man or machine he's living a dream Forever the clock lives so does he Faces below fade with seasons of long ago Forever awake in his brass bed
Cause her husbands mad and he?s a bad mechanic And he?s always sad and manic depressive And the clothes he wears are torn Let the brass band play Let them soothe your blues
Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I never
with my eyes so I can't check their bras I'm sick of making lists of things I'll never do On my hand, piece of paper black and red and blue I'm sick
: Down the road there was a man walking, walking Knapsack round his back radio talking, talking And his blue suede shoes are covered in mud, but it no
sourire efface laisses place a des larmes salees qui retracent un amour brise Refrain: Plus jamais toi et moi Blue Angel seule perdu dans le noir Blue
on the true shit Funny how niggas be trying to do shit When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit Bitches loving the way we always
je vois oh la la! Toutes les jolies filles m'ouvrir les bras. Oui mon coeur bat quand je vois oh la la! Toutes les jolies filles m'ouvrir les bras Mais
Do you Saint Tropez Do you Do you Do you Saint Tropez On peut marcher pieds nus a Saint-Tropez Pas besoin de costume a Saint-Tropez Un vieux blue jean
you like the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon. Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Naked and blue. naked and blue
abandonnees ( ohohohohohoh ) [Soprano]: ( Celui qui ) Rappe avec la main sur le coeur come Nik-si celui qui te rappe le blues des quartiers mais
, Ohhhhhh. Ohhh, Ayyee, Ohhhhhh. [Verse 2:] Hello junkies, and hello mama too, Hello to my p.o., do Self to the boys in blue. Billy got brass bawls,
If you want my sympathy Just open your heart to me And you'll get whatever you'll ever need You think that's too high for you Oh baby, I would die for
