rain down on me The weather is fine when You rain on me The weather is fine when You rain on me The weather is fine when You rain on me
For this is my life-line I need you to rain down on me The weather is fine when you rain on me The weather is fine when you rain on me The power of
Tradução: Point of Grace. Llueven sobre mí.
freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain
love somebody) Every now and then it might rain (Might rain) When U love somebody (Pourin' down, down on me) With every sun shower there's pain (Come on, wet me rain
' at me, mane Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all? That ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror, mirror on
you were carried away on the crest of a wave Baby don't go away, come here? And there's kids playing guns in the street And ones pointing his tree branch at me
, we right the planet's wrongs Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry Me and my axe will leave a divot
point of view But the pain on me is beginning to dry And it's not what I want it to be So wait on me, wait on me And tell me what it is about me Where
coin's been placed below my tongue Never give up, never give in Be on our side so we can win Never give up, never give in Be on out side (Old moon'
truth straight into school Points the barrel and pulls the trigger And bodies turn into colored rain Tell me a story I can believe Look me in the eye And tell me
name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional
, I got gone when I got wise But I can't with certainty say we survived Then down, and down And down, and down And down, and deeper Stoke without sound
somebody) Every now and then it might rain (Might rain) When U love somebody (Pourin' down, down on me) With every sun shower there's pain (Come on, wet me rain
Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia We shinin' deeper than petroleum jelly We in the air like conversations on celly And just appear like stretch marks on
the mast between water and wind Believe me, you'll never get hurt Our ring's in the pawnshop, the rain's in the hole Down at the Five Points(1) I stand
