(P.Laquidara-T.Canto?T. Bungaro) Mielato profumo soffuso e? ancora qualcosa Presagio di sole Fiocchi di lana, latte di mandorle amare Lento chiarore
An innocent child in New Orleans A simple girl from simple means Walked the rails, rode her thumb She hitched a ride with everyone The regular She'd
A sacred cash cow with sickly tits Dripping temptation for hypocrites Tone deftly beaten, the prosperous Endlessly stating the obvious Caught in your
Honeymoon in San Francisco, what a grand idea. We'll rent a room in a four-star hotel We'll spend the whole time drunk on champagne and lime We'll never
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few
Yea, this one right here is for my thugs Thug loving putin' it down for your little lady at the crib Thug in the streets, man under the sheets, ha ha,
According to you I'm stupid, I'm useless I can't do anything right According to you I'm difficult, hard to please Forever changing my mind I'm a mess
Answers never clear again this turning of the page This turning look away, there I took a left turning Before I came of age But I agreed to let it out
Y'all ready? Well, well can I get a witness I wanna talk about something tonight, ooh Everybody wants somebody You can't show me a woman that don't want
Hey, think about the sacrifices that I made for you Think about the good things I done for you Hey, think of all the bad things I tried not to do, baby
You want to blame me for the way you hate yourself You think you can find who you are in someone else Criticize who already found their positioning You
(Jay-Z chorus) When the money goes will the honey stay? When the gray skies replace the sunny days Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey When the money goes
Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinkin' from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself
It's good to see you baby it's been a long long while We're both a whole lot older and seen a lot of miles But thing are different now since the good
Tell me why I am so scared Tell me, tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me, I'm your honey bear Tell me, tell me, I can be your cubby Tell
Lord, don't pull me down from here Things have never felt so clear Love the smell of electricity Never fails to get the best of me My eyes are closed
Glamor and fashion Models and magazines A striking runway entrance Beauty and passion Stardust and high class Scenes of popular teens When I lived in
Don't remind me that some days I'm the windshield And other days I'm just a lucky bug As cold iron rails leave old mossy trails Through the countryside
