Walk a mile for you everyday When I'm shaking you make me still You?re the one and the only thrill Lock you up and I put you out It's like a ritual to
Translation: No Fun At All. Walk A Mile For You.
you hang, feel a lot of it Have a try and you gotta see It's the way that you wanna be Wake you up and I put you out It's like a ritual to me But every
headlights Mile after mile, after mile, after mile You don't gotta be no billionaire To get a ticket up to the moon We all know somebody up there You need a
off Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off (I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?) I'm on seven mile,
cross over the median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 mile road I'm a man, gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and
sad (yeah) Sitting in a hotel room A thousand miles away from nowhere Sloped over a chair as I stare Out the window I sigh as I'm thinking I take a sip
y'all ever had a car stolen before But it's a real crazy feelin' when you walk out the door And you don't need a map or any kind of chart To know you'
fake Because everyone out here just having a good time Oh what a night in the 619 *scratches* ..oh what a.. ..oh what a.. ..oh what a night.. It's a
fullest, worked to god damn hard For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself And now you
i'ma make sure you enjoy this show You won't have a chance to sit down (get down) And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon A voice that'
I was cuttin' the rug Down at a place called the Jug With a girl named Linda Lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand Lookin' for you know who
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER I've been on course since seventeen It's who you know and where you've been Until it's you they want to
survive, but why? To my dogs wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain
the moon Accomplish virtue also in my Circus on the moon Waving at you sweetly from my Circus on the moon Three million miles away, I'm staring at you Staring at you Waving at you
freedom, i have a special box for everything, at night you can see my halo for a mile, after this i think i'm gonna lay low for a while, with increasing
and a coin machine Your quarters breathe Like minutes to my soul You loaned me coins to dry my socks I walked you home at 6 o'clock Your flip-flops
