'til I, home Catch you on the other side I feel you in my sleep The colors in my lullaby Catch you on the other side Catch you on the other side I
Tulkojums: Tērauda vilciena. Catch You On The Other Side.
When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't be found
i am somewhere in the city climbin' up a fire escape see i am somewhere in the city climbin' up a fire escape you know i got to save my baby from the
I know I can't predict the weather but i will run through storms with you (run through storms with you) and the buildings they grow tall but your love
Oh reel her Whoa I would reel her in Lord knows I would reel her I would reel her in But her fish Don't swim in my sea Yes, I would reel her Oh I would
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter, anyhow An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your
get home. Catch you on the other side. I feel you in my sleep. The colors in my lullaby Catch you on the other side. Catch you on the other side. I
tomorrow Tell that old clock on the wall He'll just have to call it a day Hold back time When we're in each other's arms We're in each other's arms So
get the cash Feel mo' wrath, murda on the government War for the niggas on the streets It'll be no peace till the top dog eat Tryna' stop my meal you can catch this steel
The murder of a teenage life Fire from the cold steel The heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage
Yves Saint Laurent Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill? Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? Would you bust that steel if niggas
hard the customers scarred your tickets to freedom yo you ain't gonna need em your sentence is 25 years to life a ??? is your husband and wife trapped behind the steel the steel
Uh, T.S.! None better Life of a hustler Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin' customers and keep it free,
West, rap on the West) Come follow me PS 53 classmate with Kenny Pound The Cold Crush Brother Watchin' Cassanova Lover, the master flower Keith Thornton, there's no other
don't give a fuck I dig up my nose and my butt On the bus or the train This is for niggas walkin' in the rain Listenin' to they Walkman Talkin the New
beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet And let 'em feel something deep, deep so the realest can feel How I felt right before I bust that steel Rappin' '
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars He got some in prison and others in bars The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime They looked
