On the hottest night of the year Lying in a patch of rhododendrons A bottle of whisky under my arm Trying to count a sky full of stars I dream of order
Promise you'll say if it gets Promise you'll say if it gets too much Don't be so scared of corners Don't be so tired of this life You drink to laugh
If you're cold and you're alone And he don't know where to go You can call me anytime Nothing's changed I am still here And if your running out of breath
In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view such longing for the past for such completion What was once golden has now turned a shade
wie ich den Block f*ck, Kolner-Fans ziehen Leine schon wegen der Optik, wir sind die Nordkurve, wir sind der C-Block, Haberland-Stadion und die Cops die
This is not a competition You will see when I am gone Can't you see that I am trying? Love fifteen; fifteen all I made a vow to carry you home If you
If your right hand is causing you pain Cut it off cut it off If your colours have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning
When you said tulips I knew that you're mine When I caught you there Crying in the night Wearing my jacket Wearing that smile I knew that I'd found you
Been thinking little thoughts Keep walking try to stay up Attention to the details We go slowly, slowly down I'll go back if you ask I'll go back if
All my thoughts are of ice All my thoughts are of ice All my bones are so tired All my bones are so tired So young and so handsome So easily led They
I heard a whistle blow, and I heard somebody yell There's a riot going on There's a riot going on There's a riot going on Up in cell block number nine
We gonna party alone on the floor (you know alone) take off your clothes get on the floor (you know i know) it's hard for you to be alone that's why
B-Tight: Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! S-E-K-T-E! S-E-K-T-E! Yo! 1. Strophe: B-Tight: Jedes Battle ist ein Trip! Bitches, zeigt mir eure Titts! Niggers, packt
Locking doors, spotless pores, finding comfort in a total bore, the number four, Genealogical lore, nothing feels good unless I've felt it before.
Si tu m'aimes, si tu m'aimes Donne-moi, donne-moi Une petite meche de tes cheveux, une petite meche de tes cheveux Si tu m'aimes, si tu m'aimes Je serais
the heat, c'mon... we back! [Chorus x3: Crooked I & Phobia] Death Row's back (here we go again) Death Row's back (you better get off the Block nigga
Be A Hater But Now I Got Money I Got Greater If You Dont Like Go To Hell Blow Ass Get Up I Got The Game Who D_block He Got More Fame. All Ya Rappers
[Intro: S.I. (Sheek Louch)] Oh yeah! (Yeah! It's the comp!) Na na na na na! (D-Block! S.I. Let's go!) [Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch)] I'm just ridin in