finding my own gladness Up and down and round and round I fall back into emptiness You make me feel so damn real You make me feel what's really real
But you waded in and helped me warm Oh these real palm trees and my sunburned knees Yeah those real palm trees help my head breathe Real palm trees, real palm trees
Übersetzung: Bell X1. Real Palm Trees.
Übersetzung: Real McKenzies. Die Ahornbäume Remember.
fade away And when the laughing's done... we'll watch the trees stand still Everyday... where the trees stand still We will make a home... where the trees
The maple tree who once stood strong Come gather round and sing this song together Forget their queen and all she mans The Maple Tree The Maple Tree Remember
never truh-uh-trust a bitch Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch Get me in the fix, and I can't snitch out the mix Just gimme tree lives
reindeer Joy-rode the North Pole, steering is a bitch so I hopped out and ask some Jasper elves for some info Where I can burn some Christmas trees with
for no bammer When I say I use my hammer I ain't talkin 'bout no hammer Smoke lye, E.K. me off please Fuck 'puff, puff, pass', I roll dolo with trees [
may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too Shit is real
who Jacki-O is (Jacki-O) Well I'm just a girl that's trying to stay a float Trying to make it out of this struggle no scars It's hard real hard baby you
combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song I could sing But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real
still say we are We build our get away Up in a tree we found We felt so far away Though we were still in town I remember watching That old tree burn down
do this for you Dynamic Tension make a man out of You you you you you So our hero goes down to the beach He's in real terrible shape His chick's been
will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penetentiary
But we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real
more I stress Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees