't these times fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone, are you made of stone?
Don't these times fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone Are you made of stone?
ترجمه: پاهای سرد ، بیشتر موسیقی متن آهنگ ها. ساخته شده از سنگ [گل سنگ].
ترجمه: گل سنگ. ساخته شده از سنگ.
people who don't know Cud', know what? Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner She got haters, some in the fam made
an A student time she get out my bed I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it) A made man, a
I wouldn't cry cause you never loved me any way. Promises made and secrets told Late nights spent in ecstasy, we made love in a bed of roses for the
, I come thunderin' With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
is gone Hope is killed fiends are born We leanin on a wall that ain?t that ain?t stable Its hard to turn on the hood that made you To leave be afraid
I loved a triple spiral My maiden mother crow I folded my devotion To an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window She said to look below Could I see
heavens Paint another picture while you?re turnin' gray Paint another picture while you?re turnin' gray Everything I knew about was always American Skip a stone
Plains Summer come and the days grew long Raney always had his mother's smile to depend on Along the street of stray bullets he made his way To the
your heart was made of stone? Waxing like an old crack 45 Counting out the ways you stay alive Placing all the banks and feel the stones My love won
Hot Chilli Peppers I can't front this red drop got me feeling extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm
Y'know I'm sayin I C U When I Get There [Killah Priest] We came a long way from duckin strays My niggas laid in the alley ways Funerals were made, by
venom, ever since she was made From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same wantin new Babylon, the Mac spits Rose remain deep, like the masters who
gone, hope is killed fiends are born We leanin' on a wall that ain't, that ain't stable It's hard to turn on the hood that made you To leave be afraid
