Wandering now through the trees imagination is all I see are people just having fun inside - under the sun Looks like it`s goin` to rain Window pain
Vertimas: Trouble. Langų skausmas.
really understand She worked like a slave and prayed hard everyday What did I do for her? My way was not her way But now she's gone, her troubles are over, the pain
well An' your eyes turn towards the window pane Lights upon the hill The distance seems so strange to you now The dark room seems so still Let your pain
-urban Roll upon me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant" We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows
We may die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane And I'm not sure what the trouble
Sit by my window and watch the rain I hear it beating on my window pane Well, it makes me so sad Bet no one ever hurt this bad My baby left me and now
A lonely mother gazing out of the window Staring at her son that she just can't touch If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side But he doesn
runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin' Nike's on tight and get ghost, y'all) I ain't got nuttin' on my mind but gettin' in some trouble Lickin
are just dreams Whoa oh, whoa oh oh I'm having trouble Letting you go Whoa oh, whoa oh oh I'm having trouble Letting you go Baby look out your window
color when you turn out tha lights I take tha sunshine with tha pain Wear my Sara guards sad, dats when it rains No fridge, kept tha food on tha window
u turn out the lights I take the sunshine with the pain Grab my Sara gone sad that when it rains No French kept the food on the window pain We all
same color when you turn off tha lights I take tha sunshine with tha pain Wear my saraguards sad,dats when it rains No fridge,kept tha food on tha window
feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men Many hears, the helpless tears have left the troubled
Yeah Looking though my window Yeah Out of my window, out of my window I'm looking though my window, through my window It looks like pain, yeah, na na now It feels like pain
get about this, about this And we goin keep our guns Cause we live a block from Danger, trouble, and every drug you can name Yeah it's true Struggle and pain
