always have the shows No, i'm not sorry for a damn thing Don't take this away from me When it's time, we'll know it And take it coast to coast Our past
Tulkojums: Hit Gaismas. Krasta līdz krastam.
Originally by Elliott You're earth bound and I'm injured, We move too fast to remember in the drive onto me. Drive onto me, drive onto me We carved
Let's leave these lives tonight You can find us by the trail of our insides They were left at the scene of the crime We've tampered with evidence Finger
Fountains and flourescent lights. When season has come the snowbirds have crowded the nights. And old townies are tired of their beaches and bars being
I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of your
ll always have the shows No, i'm not sorry for a damn thing Don't take this away from me When it's time, we'll know it And take it coast to coast Our
(feat. Jaime Lacey) I found how to get to her now I'll whisper in her ear when shes asleep And beg her to love me When the morning comes she'll never
top now, and i did it my way, told them haters hit the highway, said I remember the days I would write songs (write songs), about the day when I could turn the lights
when D hit the set 'Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face Then a light hit his ring
to make the wrist-double Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble Step up, feel the Teflon, black talent Rip through your vest, hit your chest
coast, grindin', blowin' heavy smoke Him you better tell 'em 'fore, won't hesitate to let him go They know I put that green light on them haters Keep
no play Supersonic Supersonic Now he's the freshest DJ from coast to coast My man can cut and scratch, but I don't mean to boast He may be a little light
weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit
When you wake up in the morning and the light is hurt your head The first thing you do when you get up out of bed Is hit that streets a-runnin' and try
I walk, the way I flow from around here nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up now we get flew from the West coast, (West coast baby
from the club with hella smoke Whips that we valet soon as we hit Cali Call the more buckets, ask the waitress what's the tally Swipin' all da cash, lightin
