's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home, carry me home Pick me up from my knees Carry me home
is all I need Fill it up and let me be It's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home We
Übersetzung: The Living End. Carry Me Home.
round is all I need Fill it up and let me be It's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home
ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time Before I die my momma she carry me no comma Niggaz
just livin', my life 'Till they come carry me away My mother would stand for me Every step of the way She did not judge me She told me I'd win some day
me my friend (Listen to me) I'll help this torture end (Help to set me free) Let your ego go (I can't carry this load) You can't go through this alone
I'm gonna take you home I swear I'll bring you back carry on don't loose the energy don't let it fade away listen to me This is a bad bad day for dying
gone, finally got my dad back Never that he wouldnt live long, they snatched my dad back Guidence I never had that, streets was my second home Welcomed me
V.A. But it feels like they just minutes away. Victims paid the price at such a high cost. All those innocent lives lost. Your family and friends- they carry
Rush over moorlands, Break through banks. Carry me around the world, Take your rider with you. Show me all the sights, Show me new countries and new places
dream And its counterfeit If I reach the end that justifies the means Could I live with it And if its true that I have to much of any good thing Can only make me
that'd kill me yo, filthy rich, my daughter pass it on to the next generation, throwin' carnations at my tombstone, in my new home, meet mom's in my east
piece of change I see, I'm gon get one 7:45 - no lights to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it!... ("rewind" - *echoes
: (feat. Bill Chill, Gangsta Blac) [Bill Chill] Do you mind if we..... You and me, me, me, me, me, me we be gettin' it on? What I wanna do, what I wanna
Dusk til dawn [S:] Yo, injected with life [Y:] Cuz we must live long [S:] Traditions that I strive to carry on [Y:] Get cut on a plate and end up in your
real Chorus 1 1/2 outro: Like this Like this, like that Yeah! gotta carry the weight Like this euh! Bringin live Yeah! yeah! like this It's Xzibit Gotta carry
hat, ghost pirates Frosty mug of rum [Warcloud:] Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics I bust slugs, they love to figure skate through me We had a merry
