Around the corner, And under a tree, A sergeant major, Once said to me, "Who would marry you? I would like to know, For every time I look at your face
Tulkojums: Bērni Lyrics. Ap stūri.
another time We sit out on the front porch In the evening when the sun went down Willie would play and Laura would sing And the children would dance around
's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don't go around
Happiness / hit her / like a train on a tra-ck Coming towards her / stuck still / no turning ba-ck She hid around corners / and she hid under beds / She
round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the
capturer, that's what they say Soul adventurer, night and day I'm a rebel, soul rebel Do you hear them lippy I'm a capturer, gossip around the corner
were lucky and then we'd play cards. We didn't have any signals 'cause we didn't need any. Nobody had any cars. That's right! And on the corner, on particular corners
into another neighborhood The blancos and the nigger gangs Well, they'd kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children
's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry Don't cry It's a turn-around jump shot It's everybody
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
hold up I see this van sittin?, this old cat in a fitted Trying to get your little homey tore up Yo bruh, we ain?t working on this corner take your
faint All the villains always blink their eyes That children are the only ones who blush And life is just to die Anyone who ever had a heart And wouldn't turn around
to tell you something Anyone who has ever had a heart Oh oh wouldn't turn around and break it half Anyone who has ever played a part They're not gonna turn around
of grain, the staff of life all around you But yet you, you will cut someone down For their possessions, some material thing And our children they're
devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner There
t care who you'll come back through with, been around Nigga front like he want his car spun around Window drop block pop spin around Niggaz stand up
