I can't breath at all It hurts to think That time could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed, Black Sunday Still burns you in my thoughts I can'
I can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts
Übersetzung: Cold. Schwarzer Sonntag.
I can't breath at all It hurts to think That a sound could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can
: a streak of black against grey it feels like sunday everyday and there is noone left to phone well, if there ever was someone it is cold outside and
come my way, they gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday I was high up in
crystal ball, "I see ya dyin day" See I have insomnia and I'll never sleep again I black out then you black out when you thought I was ya friend Just
the corner, barrel's stickin' out the window The bullets flyin' cold blew out his dome My homie got shot [CHORUS x2] My homie got shot, he's a goner black
black berries grew in the Blue Sea. And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye. How many dark ships in the forest? The Sunday has come and the Sunday
R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys Never slackin hoes I be mackin not wacked I don't try to act black
on taxes Guess you're black You got to know your limits And everybody try to be happy some way I think of dinners in the winters on a Sunday And everybody
do it like this here on.. [sung] On Any Given Sunday, alllll, Atlanta will be born Ahhhhhh tradition will be broken Ahhhhhh, victory is yours, on Any Given Sunday [OutKast] Sunday
s a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold Luck has struck one buck for seven every roll Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a nigga gon' fold Stand down like four black
: Do you ever see that stuff that be when it get cold that ice that you can't see? See that shit happens sometimes Yep, black ice [Verse 1: Gipp] Now
[OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday
in danger, stuffing our big mouths with candy from a stranger Sugar in your alcohol to add flavour Fumes in the air for you and your neighbour His hearts black as ink on the Sunday
killas from the Midwest You can scream all you want but there's no help As I see your destiny into the hands of me Black talons rippin through yo body
