am compost and leaves And my life has gone, darling And now I am free And my life has gone, darling Like words made of sand Like the shivering trees And my
Tradução: Anderson, Brett. Canción para mi padre.
Tradução: Y el capitán Tennille. Canción para mi padre.
I am compost and leaves And my life has gone, darling And now I am free And my life has gone, darling Like words made of sand Like the shivering trees And my
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t slept in days My mother and father about to go there seperate ways Im a teen in the cross of a painful divorce I love my mum and she thinks i'm an angel
nigga no capitain crunch, This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch Im hungry like I aint trapped in months So nigga actin stunt my glock packed
me put the guns down Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay Tryin to
iz ova Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) Dont be mad at me cuz i kept it rollin Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) 24 loren hearts on dat 06
this With tears on my face you was there for my grace Cause a father wouldn't hear my case I was dead in my sins but you bled for my sins That's the
: (feat. Tedashii) [Tedashii] ALL RISE, for the coming of the king of the Jews Sixteen saints salute for Him bringin the truth Hold up for a minute
my sleeve That's where I keep my heart so it don't dry up They say I?m living out my dreams well thats my luck Was it my dream when my father went falling
me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my block is
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my block
in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale Rest in peace to my grandparents And thug in peace to my brother Seike You
'm so sorry for all this time for all this time for all this time I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time (so sorry) for all this time, so sorry
Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten for