I was sad enough last Saturday I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke In the morning,
Vertaling: Die Belofte Ring. Rooi verf.
I was sad enough last Saturday, I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say. You came to to two cherry cokes, came to to coke. In the morning,
pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess who's the Prom King
job, so I'll pay 'em when I see 'em I Turn boys to men I Wanya em when I see 'em Cause I'll be on the grind from the pm to the am Paint pictures with
much more can he stand? I aint never seen him cry now I'm 17 Quarterback, first train, gave my high school ring to the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red
sinking in the sand Crawling on your knees through the promised land Your barbed-wire baby's got a different plan When a band of gold is a ring of fire
was written and promised in the prophecy.} [They stole his watches and rings while they shot up his veins God bless, he had no vest, and he felt no pain
woman you stay with We both know that our love will grow And forever will be you and me Give me a queen that respects a king just like Coretta Get everything except the ring
this evening Ghost, you ready? Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller This about a young boy dealing with the older fellas Promised
my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red
pavement is all cracked The graveyard?s in a coma, the church has got the blues And Jesus has a nose-ring and Mary has tatoos And girls paint their
My young'ns on they job, so I pay 'em when I see 'em Turn Boyz II Men, I Juanye 'em when I see 'em 'Cuz I be on the grind from the PM to the AM Paint
The best you'll never have A speck on your bedroom wall A blood red waterfall The best you will ever have Your dead things are locked up inside Blow smoke rings
cacophony. He hurries off. Slowly, as NORMA looks around, the sound fades to nothing. She stands there, looking around the old familiar space. Suddenly, a VOICE rings
are a demon Of unholy flesh The red fire burns In your eyes Now as you travel Up towards earthly planes Bearing a human disguise Finding the mortals To trick and deceive Promise
tell you the boys I'm not the only one I was a straight man at the ring toss but that was just a jaunt I can't see throwing rings around things you
Humphrey Bogart Put the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop One ring in a bag Envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring
