Übersetzung: 4 Strings. Die Zunge Lied.
the Strings nigga [DJ Clue] Come on ladies [Strings] On this side of this thong shit This is what bitches talk about [DJ Clue] The tongue song Strings
song slowly As she stood in the shadows She stepped to the light As my silver strings spun She called with her eyes To the tune I's a-playin' But the song
when she yawns Right palm and arm, the softest song sung to the farthest heights and nights when he's gone Nothing to offer thee right, like my life in this song
Heart clogging Name dropping Life stopping Got no strings But I think with my dingalingaling Can't sing can't speak ting tong's tong ting I'm popping
When the DJ pay, she next on stage After the song she gotta go, meet you at bar when I'm done 1-51, tie cherries in a knot wit her tongue Work the poll
, baby Right now I'm tuning into you Audio that thrills me, baby Sonic boom that kills me, baby So we play the song, so we play the song And the song
home to roost Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded debt this
, can't you tell? Bling blung, rock the bells Move along, move along, along This is a newa song, KRS-One the supa strong Move along before you lose your tongue
no strings attached, when you rub on my back Greasin' my strap, kissin' my neck, baby, I'm lovin' that I got this thang that I do with my tongue I wanna
everyone knows Who you are Stood by and I watched you make choices Bit my tongue when I saw you taking chances Watched you go through a string of romances
for me with a capo, a six string with an F-hole We made the strangest couple, a Laurel and Hardy double I learnt to play her favorite country songs With
I would rather do anything Than write this song for you And perpetuate this thing In my head, in my living room With the usual arsenal Of broken chords and rusty strings
Longing for the schoolyard Reaching for the scenes Reminded by the songs that will never disappear Random like the infants Outdated like the old Lying
run through my cheeks And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string
compromise And let this music paint our silence like a fallen sunset And it's each beat pounding in my head This too familiar sound of failure this song
guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does it have
