a lot of wind They talk a lot about the wind They talk a lot about the wind I gotta forget about the wind Has a lot of nerve To talk a lot about the
Übersetzung: Der Untergang. A Lot Of Wind.
and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from
I ain't hearing any From the boat I fish for bullheads I catch a lot, sometimes too many A summer breeze is blowing A squall is settin' in Sometimes
dark and dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle
though I split a little rap Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack Violating my city my nigga to do trying to spend a lot of money just
her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade But fate's right hand isn't always just Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust She was just a
To think that I believed in you at all Now I just can't fight it As the shadow of the night begins to fall Love's got a lot to answer for Oh I just can
's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be
I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!} and land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend can jump off of a
I fall down a cement flight of steps (ahhhh) And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge
a lot like me? too scared to say a thing. i left your house and kicked myself. i put those feelings on a shelf to die. i guess i'm not a gambling type
: Communication is a lot like the wind when I speak, It's like no one understands, and I'm left with empty hands, Forever I can't speak, So many things
boy we professional we missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles & the nut sacks you bust a rhyme we bust back Get
re a superstar Niggaz hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot
dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get
locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it
away The leaves were still falling off the tree I said thanks a lot I'll see you next week When you get back To town I'm not much of a lover but
