behind You made no mark on me You're done and you left no sign, you're not on my mind Don't try to press rewind It's like walking on snow without leaving
behind you made no mark on me, you're gone and you left no sign Your not on my mind, dont try to press rewind. It's like walking on snow, without
Translation: Sparks, Jordin. Walking On Snow.
left behind you made no mark on me, you're gone and you left no sign Your not on my mind, dont try to press rewind. It's like walking on snow, without
left behind you made no mark on me, youre gone and you left no sign Your not on my mind, dont try to press rewind. It's like walking on snow, without
sick huh? (Bitch where my money?) Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on
Chorus You see .. in my 87 jeans That's nothing Got the mother fucker on six That's nothing .. mother fuckers don't like it do something The only way
I began to feel inside The gray sadness of winter You told me that this isn't it and I drove away Walking to the statue in the park Through snow drifts
I took her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink She draped me in a stoll, what kind? I think Malaysian mink Than threw me out into the snow
-yi Verse 2: (Oh) It's a crime (crime, crime) When you take this poor heart of mine Use it for a rug to walk on (a rug to walk on) Then you're gone (
Oxford Street Trying to right a wrong Just walk away, those windows say But I can't believe she's gone When you're still waiting for the snow to fall
' I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you, squeezin' Til' I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick Ain't a possible reason I can think of To let you walk
Burning brighter each day And baby in my dreams I see I see you walking away (walking away) So far away (so far away) I see you walking away (walking
[Tyga - Chorus] Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on Countin cash every morning before I leave home Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone and
flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on
gold Dropping violet, red and emerald snow As the circus finally changed it's invisible course A new world to be found On the dreamy ground we walked
