: I can't run, can't turn away now It's all the same, nothing ever changes the long days, the ten cent raises A few bucks in my pocket's gotta go a
I can't run, can't turn away now It's all the same, nothing ever changes The long days, the ten cent raises A few bucks in my pocket's gotta go a long
I can't run, can't turn away now It's all the same, nothing ever changes the long days, the ten cent raises A few bucks in my pocket's gotta go a long
Tradução: Plain White T es. Can `t se alejan.
Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!" "You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can
's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color
[Rihanna] Ooh na na, what's my name Ooh na na, what's my name Ooh na na, what's my name Ooh na na, what's my name Ooh na na, what's my name whats my name
what's my name? Oh, na, na, what's my name? Oh, na, na, what's my name? Oh, na, na, what's my name? Oh, na, na, what's my name? What's my name? what's
bitch can't afford this life had to f-ck a ball player and I'm here every night maybe twice, late at night we be in white tee's, me and skateboard P no
the white-T, smothered Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey And bang for my *** locked up, they can't
it stops, it's the Roc I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you
away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to
the corner (Not right away, not right away) (Aaa aaa aaa aaa) Close to the edge, down by a river (Not right away, not right away) (Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
-rooted, I can't turn away The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music
shinin', man he's super cool, cool The lonely nites (What, what?) They fade away, he slips into his white Nik's (What, what?) He smokes a clip and then he's
other hand, without a gun they can't get none, but don't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street top. Black police
