(stranger eyes) ride me high (stranger eyes) oh, come on and ride me high (danger [?] stranger eyes) stranger eyes (stranger [echo] stranger eyes) (stranger [echo] stranger eyes) (stranger [echo] stranger
Übersetzung: The Cars. Stranger Eyes.
dark red soul and your chaperone come on ride me high stranger eyes well i need your touch it means so much some on ride me high stranger eyes
: I'm used to men approaching me Tryna talk to me. Always tryna buy me things Drinks to diamond rings. Fast cars, first class to the Philippines That
close your eyes forget your name Forget the world forget the people And we'll erect a different steeple This little game is fun to do Just close your eyes
stylist 12 men roster, live long, prosper Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range Strange
on We got it poppin in the meat market Chicks take a seat, park it By the bar so they can meet the Vick with deep pockets And them dudes Buy them cars
: Watching the people on the street today she couldn't help but smile Watchin' the town go walking by all shaded eyes and alibis Strange how much pain
? Oh did you close your eyes? Think that maybe it was my hand that was touching you My breath against your face? And when you opened your eyes Did the
thru Here in line at the drive-thru Did I mention the drive-thru? Well here we are In the drive-thru line, me and her. Cars in front of us, cars in
all control But babe it's all a go You better recognize what's real Or you might jus lose your soul [Common] Thru life's actions, cars, fitteds, cameras
thru Here in line at the drive-thru Did I mention the drive-thru? Well, here we are in the drive-thru line Me and her Cars in front of us, cars in back
If you could see it through my eyes Through my eyes Through my eyes Through my eyes If you could see it through my eyes You'd know I tried to change
is on We got it poppin' in the meat market Chicks take a seat, park it By the bar so they can meet the Vick With deep pockets And them dudes by them cars
his words, a certain - how should I put it? "Je ne sais quoi" is how the French bitches would mention him Never known for lovin them all, havin them drivin his cars
In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, hussle or die You gotsta take the pie, momma didn't lie Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel
One more night spent on your mirror Black maria in your eyes This stuff so strange and lonely England fades away in your eyes Two o'clock in the morning
even starts, sit back relax and neva losin my composure, brotha done told ya, betta beware. 'cause this Mo Thug clique got plenty soldiaz, just open yo eyes
