Maria Mena - They smoke a lot

Tekst :

You smoke a lot
Down that hill is where you re dropped
And your momma s saying no no no no no no
And your daddy s saying no no no no no no

You re in trouble
You re in trouble this time
This time

They smoke a lot
Catch their disease, that s what you ve got
And your teacher s saying no no no no no no
And your grandmas saying no no no no no no

You re in trouble
You re in trouble this time
This time

But it feels so bad
But you re not moving cause you re dead
So dead

Inne utwory

  • Long time coming
  • Nevermind me
  • Just hold me
  • Your glasses
  • Power Trip Ballad
  • Blame it on me
  • Our battles
  • Calm under the waves
  • Belly Up
  • Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
  • These shoes
  • Come in over me
  • Internal dialogue
  • My lullaby
  • Cause And Effect
  • Just a little bit
  • Losowe utwory

    Schowam

    Zagubiłem się, nie wiem dokąd biec
    rzeka brudnych słow zalała mnie znów
    obietnicy kwiat umarł dawno tak
    został tylko ślad i nadziei brak

    na życiu wyrył los kilka nowych ran
    krwawią w zimną noc, krwawią gdy jestem sam

    schowam twarz tam gdzie...

    Blossom

    Lights they wash your face
    Pale and misty white
    Color flowers
    Your eyes seem ever changing
    In my mind
    Colors bleed to red
    As I kiss your face
    Want to tell you
    I love you
    Everyday as we grow
    Yes...

    This goes out

    This goes out to all them hustlers
    Everybody out there making them ends meet
    I ain t mad at cha
    JE y all, this goes out to everybody

    This goes out to you, this goes out to you
    (This goes out)
    This goes...

    Dla siebie

    Po co słuchać tylu bzdur
    wokół siebie wznosisz mur
    ścierwo obok tak jak ty
    goni cienie zamiast żyć

    czas, po czasie szukasz własnej twarzy
    zanim padniesz musisz znaleźć tą prawdziwą
    żyjesz nadzieją, a nadzieja matką głupich
    już czas rozum sobie kupić

    Every drop of water

    Life is kinda like a roller coaster
    Up and down over and over again until it ends
    The way I figure it s all grist for the mill
    There s a lesson to learn from every hard spill we take
    And there are no mistakes.

    We re all diamonds in...

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