Dust on the window The sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine At this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind
Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In the
번역: 낮은. 창문에 먼지.
Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In
police Called up my friend Joe, a roof job pro 459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside
' be strong enough to take this shit I'm in the hood ridin' 'round with a chrome fo' pound Can you see through the windows see tints I do dirt, the gat bust, get to kickin' up dust
1 Her voice imbedded in my head An embezzle in my heart It?s spelling her name, and its telling me Because I can get her in my hands To put her on my
walls so sweet. And now you've heard that... Waves turn to grey. Life in the shade. A violent cloud. And that's on USA. Bad moon's on the rise, Window
I want to find me a car With only one headlight A straight six Ford On a good luck night I want to roll down the windows And teach you to fly I want to
wheel spinnin' steel on that track We shake the dust off the sack In our old house by the track Hold back time Don't talk about tomorrow Tell that old clock on
go it alone Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone Na, na, na, na, na Down on the corner, see me standin' On a makeshift home with a dust storm comin
alone Na na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na na Down on the corner see me standin' On a makeshift home, with a dust storm comin? In a
I had moldy bread Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to the core on
frivolous thoughts I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts So wake me if you're out there Wake me if you're out there In the dust on
demon I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car 'Til there ain't no cars left Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry
dust has settled on me But i don't care, it was so calm I knew i wouldn't stay forever Knew I'd get some things together And move on But for now I'm
I want you back now I keep waiting, and waiting Come on back now I keep waiting, and waiting, and waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting I want you back now, oh now Come on
We rode the AC transit bus, selling joints for a dollar Smoking angel dust on the way to a house party A maybe deluxe slanging Too Short tapes making some bucks Looking out the window
