It was one Saturday night in June now I clearly remember I seen this whore that I met in December The bitch didn't wanna give me no play But she heard
Pas a pas nous regagnons les Les hauts quartiers de peine, les avait-on quittes Le plus dur s'acheve, tu m'en vois Desole Tout en bas nous nous sommes
: It was one saturday night in june now i clearly remember I seen this whore that i met in december The bitch didn't wanna give me no play But she heard
I am your sons silhouette on the sidewalk. I am the lost quarterback on your big screen TV. Do what I say, and maybe we'll receive. You hide your secrets
It was one saturday night in june now i clearly remember I seen this whore that i met in december The bitch didn't wanna give me no play But she heard
