Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method
lose my heart To the same little boy someday Lookin' through my old pictures, faded photographs Some of them bring me close to tears, others make me laugh Old
a window is where you'll stay where you'll stay i turned you in i turned you into whispers i turned you in i turned you into old pictures i build
Vertaling: The Judds. Ou foto's.
Vertaling: Iets vir Kate. Ou foto's.
Everyone has changed, yet everything's the same I promise to return once I make my escape (Hey) Make my escape (Hey) Everyone has changed, yet everything
Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts On the hills to LAX. People fill their tanks in flights of fancy. Actors waiting tables with a method
, "Oh Red" Every night, "Oh Red" Sad old Red, that's what I am All the time, every night Sad old Red, sad old Red Sad old Red, sad old Red Sad old Red, sad old
I?m singin? this song, 'cause it?s time it was sung I?ve been puttin? it off for a while 'Cause it?s harder by now, and the truth is so clear That I?m
went to bed shit? wine or water you should see someone about a cold drink I don't know, i'm delirious? night" [Drake - Verse 1] Cups of the Rose Bitches in my old
The kids of bitter split ups And baby sitters Grand parents that don't know what to do with us And the last thing I want to see is mama's new n-gga You old Old
The time has come to set aside The stories we're told And talk about the children growing old For building blocks and colour books Will soon fade away
homie we've been hot, we don't really need to chill, Plus we've heard it all before, man I'm hoping he forreal, I'm gettin' kinda old, and younger is
find me a place in a boxcar Take out my old guitar to pass some time Late at night when it's hard to rest I hold your picture to my chest and I'm all
over So I'm riding through this city with my high-beams on Can you see me? Can you see me? Get your Visine on Y'all just do not fit the picture, turn
man somethin's comin' I like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old
'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right Just bendin corners - know just where you can find me picture this (picture
love again when I hold ya I know that God set you aside for me And now you are my prize Wanna grow old witcha And fill our house with your pictures Have