Tradução: Chitãozinho y Xororó. Mi Morning Coffee.
el pulgar en la boca y me inflo como un globo? nos estacionamos en un arbol de algarrobo vamonos que el tiempo es oro la noche a da'o un estiron y tengo
: All I ever get from you is breakfast dinner and tea Served with all the love that you possess So tomorrow I'll be off with nothing left in me Bar a
: Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike Never uptight my high won't permit it my problem's
: Get up in the morning Pack myself a fresh one for my head Pour myself a cup of coffee Try to drag my sorry ass from bed There's only one way to start
I had a hard time waking this morning I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours, they keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
Hold the milk, put back the sugar They are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes From our late friend's cereal bowl Breakfast Clubbers
inyecto el pulgar En la boca y me inflo como un globoo Nos estacionamos en un arbol de algarrobo Vamonos que el tiempo es oro La noche a da'o un estiron
Me want a soft boiled cookie And a glass of cookie juice on the side Or for a change one morning Me will have cookies scrambled or fried It isn't
If you like it I might drop by All the flowers you gave me Were stored away with your memory You stand so well All by yourself I'm beaten and fancy I
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10
She was still on my mind when I crossed the state line Walked out a little too fast I said some things that I didn't mean And I should have taken 'em
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe Slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike Never uptight my high won't permit it My problem's life
You roll your eyes To say the least I'm all alone and I feel That you can't be a part of this And now you run for These empty lights These empty waves
I had breakfast with St. Swithin He was waiting on a train He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy, I won't be through this way again." I said, "There
