, the private storm And our souls are worn from the tears Oh, the private storm And it rages on through the years Oh, the private storm And our souls
code the thunder or cruel perfection covers love and we're cold the private storm and our souls are worn from the tears the private storm and it rages
Översättning: Sam Phillips. Privat Storm.
in code the thunder or cruel perfection covers love and we're cold the private storm and our souls are worn from the tears the private storm and it rages
you and only you and no one else How I miss Moscow Those people really know How to have a good time In a mixed up state of mind And Monotov's Private
, my home is slums My boys is deep, hoes is young Funk is here, I'm out the way I stash the cash for that rainy day Those days to come, my storm awaits
we can play tennis But, the most intimate part will be when it's Time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed And then we'll give a call to Antonie, my private
(Fabolous) (F-A-B-O) (L-O-U-S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout
do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school Cause there's a mission
We do what we gotta do Yo we could break the cycle let nobody lie to you Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school Cause therea??s a
leave says "Molly McGee, no one else will do" And he seals the tea leaf prophecy Oh, those nights are strong and soft Private passions and secret storms
? Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye Power to the people We livin' in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
can try to hide behind a mask of contemplation Say you want to live your life in private isolation From the east you can't ignore the storm of disillusion
no more patience I got no more time I'm tired of following orders Sticking to the company line I wanna change the world And I'm starting with myself A private
You are the center of your own private little constellation And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable And you like the way it
face the hollow eyes of death Private apocalypse Tranquillised and numb Thorns are growing Through your soul A deathlike silence Just before the storm
You need a private storm so you can say that you've never been thirsty while we dry away cause the thunder is a stimulant and so is this disease You
smoking cigarettes And it doesn't matter if the region slathers It's the new relief And it punches up a storm, and it punches up a storm And it better
