a lot of wind They talk a lot about the wind They talk a lot about the wind I gotta forget about the wind Has a lot of nerve To talk a lot about the
Tradução: La caída. Mucho viento.
dark and dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle
leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our
and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from
To think that I believed in you at all Now I just can't fight it As the shadow of the night begins to fall Love's got a lot to answer for Oh I just can
's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be
I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!} and land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend can jump off of a
I fall down a cement flight of steps (ahhhh) And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge
: Communication is a lot like the wind when I speak, It's like no one understands, and I'm left with empty hands, Forever I can't speak, So many things
Running in the parking lot, I'm four years old I am lost, those were the days The soft murmur of voices in the other room Comforting you, as you fall
: A lonely boy, a handful of dreams Cold wind blows through a heart wired-in Open skies he would explore No there ain't no mastery Of a passion and a
like a lot Gonja, Cintamelia, Can I feel ya? All I wannah do is touch ya The Ultimate Rush The drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like a lot Gonja
dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get
locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it
: (Ahh ahh, ahh ahh) You got a whole lot left to say now You knocked all your wind out You just tried too hard and you froze I know, I know What to