Seu garcom, faca o favor de me trazer depressa Uma boa media que nao seja requentada Um pao bem quente com manteiga a beca, Um guardanapo e um copo d
Translation: Los Hermanos. Chat Beats Boots.
Seu garcom, faca o favor de me trazer depressa Uma boa media que nao seja requentada Um pao bem quente com manteiga a beca, Um guardanapo e um copo
: Seu garcom, faca o favor de me trazer depressa Uma boa media que nao seja requentada Um pao bem quente com manteiga a beca, Um guardanapo e um copo
I went from a hardtop to a convertible like Imma transformer, I went from a hardtop to a convertible like Imma transformer, I went from a hardtop to a
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Woohoo, Woohoo Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Woohoo, Woohoo Ia??m alone ita??s just me, and Ia??m watchin TV And Ia??m always oh so bored
Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go
shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In The Dangling Conversation
watched the shade go down It was a private conversation No one heard her say It was a private conversation No one heard him say It was a private conversation
Take me back in the arms I love Need me like you did before Touch me once again And remember when There was no one that you wanted more Don't go, you
Walking where the windy stops The tops of trees are bare Where'd you go, you didn't say And I was so upset And I saw the thousand motorcycles As they
(Machine: this recorded call is from an inmate at a California State Correctional Facility) Krayzie Bone: So what you doing to stay on point hommie
I think the kids are in trouble Do not know what all the troubles are for Give them ice for their fevers You're the only thing I ever want anymore Live
you hear what they said Just a new york conversation, rattling in my head Oh, my, and what shall we wear Oh, my, and whop really cares Just a new york conversation
A thousand conversations on a never ending theme Seem to linger in my mind like the fragments of a dream That was once a part of you and remains a part
Life, a gift we cannot take for granted We gotta live it right, we are the parents of our planet (We've touched the moon) And built the final gun (If
I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus When I get home tonight I'm gonna tell Him all about my troubles And I know He'll make them right Then I'll ask
Happy ass Weezy, never in a bad mood 3boy I talk sh-t like I swallowed a bathroom girl give me vacuum, do it til her lips drool the ice in your fridge
