dark Ghosts waiting above my grave The cold washing souls away [Chorus] [Breakdown] And I question the only questions I already knew the answers to So I wish I
that you checking on me bring the fire to set me free CHORUS: Chill my body make it cold Warm me up and let me go I hear voices in the air Its too strange
번역: 레논. 내가 들으니.
I hear voices in the air Its too strange no one's ever there CHORUS: Chill my body make it cold Warm me up and let me go I hear voices in the air Its
Ghosts walking above my grave The cold washing souls away chorus: breakdown: And why I question the only questions I already knew the answers to So I wish I
would say Turnin' that kind of opportunity away I tried my best to tell her I'm not the right one Like no man in his wrong heart would've done I said
how I knew this story would break my heart When you wrote it That's how I knew this story would break my heart So, like a ghost in the snow I'm getting
Ross (Rick Ross) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) And Mon E. G. (Rick Ross) Yo Gotti! (Yo Gotti) (Yo Gotti) I remember my first Chevy 73' I was 17 ridin wit a whole
cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I
like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I
bother me - it's gonna be my Rock and Roll day - give the children what they want Hear the universal choir pray Hear the James Brown song, hear the church
a little old souped up jitney I put my foot in the tank, I began to roll, Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol I let out my wings, then I blew my horn
to jay leno from da ali g show to see some kids that we know do what they do on TV. sometimes i wish i was there, but mostly i just don't care i cry
rot I shot Lennon, I shot the Pope I shot the Devil, now you ain't got no hope I shot Reagan But I shoot and l die And I die and I die
in heaven, cause you're forgiven in hell I shot Lennon, I shot the Pope I shot the devil now you ain't got no hope You're gonna rot in heaven, hear
I won't stop and stare I'm far away but not there I don't care about the prince you marry I don't care whose kid It is you carry I don't care cos' I can
dissappear, but just because you hear the multi salabric grammatical, don't compare me to rappers that are on sabatical, coz i never did business in little fukin italy, i
By wilson/asher I can hear so much in your sighs And I can see so much in your eyes There are words we both could say But don't talk, put your head on
