in rue-health And all the joy it bring Aren't we forgetting something? Feed it on the ledge, Feed it on the ledge Breathe, Breathe, Breathe, Breathe?
Překlad: Šedá, David. Dýchat.
family in rue-health And all the joy it bring Aren't we forgetting something? Feed it on the ledge, Feed it on the ledge Breathe, Breathe, Breathe, Breathe
family your rude health And all the joy it brings Aren't we forgetting something? Feet out on the ledge, feet on the ledge Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone Only I know that I can't do it alone Only I know that I can't do it alone August 6 1981, I took my first breath
now and running with the tide Far from the city And the thoughts that chain Heading out into the night again Calculate me Underrate me Before I've had a chance To catch a breath
Cigarettes and magazines For the love in me Through it all This heart of mine Leaving me so far behind All this world Just made of breath Every line
(Fat Pat) Verse 7 (Big Hawk) I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could
the accidental meeting of the pencil and the ceiling and the censures started meeting breathing at a rappid calibur at that a line so gray will last
all MAKE BELIEVE i will still love David because i know what he's been through i have felt his PAIN i have seen what he has seen David has
And I never learned how to pray So make me feel better Tell me more lies Carry me further away From my father and mother In a room in a tower Breathing
.W.K.] I'm a swang, and I swang, and I swang to the left pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back bring
concrete Youse a victim of me on inez street I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray
Youse a victim of me on inez street I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray You
W.K.] I'm a swang, and I swang, and I swang to the left pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back bring Screw
Youse a victim of me on inez street I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray
