began right now I said an old guitar and a bottle of wine A book of verse and vow CHORUS: No more, no more No more No more, no more promises
Übersetzung: Deep Blue Something. No More.
imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style [Verse 1 ? 50 Cent] It's something about your style, it's something about your smile It's something
deeper The red on my teeth should be enough for you Just one more, and more, it's never enough To have me wrapped around your finger I've got you turning blue
ll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That
know now your more than a friend, more than a friend could ever be, like a cool cool brease in the country side, she blew me to the deep blue sea, double
more could I ask for? Oh baby there's something One day I might get there Out of the red And into the blue You know there's something Burning deep inside
was to get funds and skate off the set To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets So I felt some more something
: I know you told me, long time ago That you didn't want me, yeah You didn't love me no more But I know it was something, oh, that made me blue But
that his time had come Came down out of the sky Stung him in the face Again and again Blue pain Screaming like baptism Intravenous, Jesus! Like being chosen Blue pain from something
think El-P put his boys on wax? And why you think Little Brother's in the door like that? Its because God gave us something that makes us More than record
so I can fit this forty-four on my waste If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day
shake for a generation of leaches who seem to think that life owes them something more than a right to breathe. Life owes me nothing but a cold deep grave
grey skies turn to blue Girl, I swear there's nothing that I probably wouldn't do For a girl like you If only you can feel The way that I feel Deep
his own shadow. Legend or history: footprints of passing events. Lord how our information increaseth. I see only a surface - complex enough, its interruptions of deep blue
or your fat gold chain, the wash on your brain The fleas in your system, what then remains but a science that's deeper than deep, nine the odd Harder
this and nothing more." Muttering I got up weakly always I've had trouble sleeping stumbling upright my mind racing furtive thoughts flowing once more
yo...to make a long story short We need to pay more attention and do things thats way more convincing He told me you know, I wouldn't say something that