I guess these singers know somehow And my life they must discuss But I left the pictures of you behind Because I didn't want to dwell on you But even the streets
singers know somehow and my life they must discuss...oh yeah (Chorus) 'Cause I left the pictures of you behind 'cause I didn't want to dwell on you But even the streets
번역: 웨르츠, 매트. 심지어 거리.
these singers know somehow and my life they must discuss...oh yeah (Chorus) 'Cause I left the pictures of you behind 'cause I didn't want to dwell on you But even the streets
A winter wind blows in from the north Scratches your spine, cold like the forth But you're a long way from home Through the dark we tiptoe The hospital
I listen, in the quiet of the evening What do I hear? Water dripping, dripping In the quiet of the evening When I listen, in the quiet of the evening
Soon this life will all be over And our pilgrimage will end Soon we'll take our heavenly journey Yeah, and be at home with friends again Heaven's gates
I'm bangin' in the west and I come to give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie Swagga so bright I don't even need light I'm wit a model broad, she don't even eat rice Uh, but would
't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do? Even though
from us, direct from us, street intellectuals, and im shrewd about decimals, and my man can speak patois, and I can speak rap star, yall feel me even
Get soaked get wet get baptized I got the full package a nigga complete I get bread and eat tracks like lunch meat Sue me and Ima put you on front street
for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself, you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh, you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street
care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me bro I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets
You're just like time Except you can still feel the shame All hands on deck, now The sea is getting rough again You see him out your window Even when
run Baby, this ain't me, baby, this ain't me Grown so ugly, grown so ugly Don't even know myself Don't even know myself Left Angola, 1964 Walking down the street
calls home our health care system y'all know its free keep our girls banging with a full mouth of teeth I won't even get into the music on the streets
know I'm haunted on overseas Haunted on each coast Play them like Ebaneeza I made them see the ghost Back from the future donned in Japanese kimonos Even though the streets
