alone in this evening blue With the setting sun turning leaves to brown If I had a lover who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue
Übersetzung: Traffic. Evening Blue.
heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody
no sound, and tunnel vision all I need is you on my raidio no time, time is money we've been through the traffic to cross the street blue skies, now you
lying awake at night thinking, that son of a fuck dragged me down and now I'm lost can you help me find my long way back home? The traffic lights are even
bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell I'm the damn dude, that will ram you so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue Meat slinger, my meat stings ya Bitch
a BUSCH dodging traffic as we passed by 'em In that KILLIAN'S RED charger with the FAT TIRE(s). We drove around for like half the night. Luckily the BLUE
'm a give ya the blues It's a new game doin', lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'm a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack
in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool Now, them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
telling me to explore Come on Saturday freedom open up your door. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Evening's at the bus stop With the traffic lights
bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There is no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will And I can't wait to see you,
a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
Man resumé, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get
