Black girl, black girl, don't lie to me Where did you sleep last night? In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I shivered the whole night
Halloween is black as night it seems Halloween is black as night it seems They got little pointed heads and pointed teeth Tail beneath their legs about
If it was hope If it was rope It was an alcove Built on a slope I got to you Over drinks and Martinis And slight overdue We wait for our background to
Where the street becomes a wall The spectre fell against it Without a cry or a wail Here in the darkness His black and green will ram There's no more
Don't look back Over your shoulder Keep your eye on freedom shore 'Cause you know The brave men with you Also pay the wages of war You can read all about
I've seen your face in every place that I'll be goin' I read your words like black hungry birds read every song Rise and fall Spin and call And my name
Käännös: Jackson C. Frank. Visit.
Käännös: Jackson C. Frank. Lokakuu.
Käännös: Jackson C. Frank. Keltainen Walls.
yellow walls that shine like silver dark green windows stare never closed from yellow walls that shine like silver through the hands I choose to hold
when I said you were beautiful I said it there and then I laid aside all resistance, for goy to say amen and when you raised your hands to me, a glow
say it like me The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic" "Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c
Blues Run the Game Lyrics Written by Jackson C.Frank Catch a boat to England, baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone
same Whereever I have gone Whereever I've been and gone Whereever I have gone The blues have run the game (repeat first verse) Lyrics (jackson c. frank
you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller I'm number one in augusta, like j.c. Like little herman from pittsburgh you pay me Like zack thomas and frank
you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C. Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me Like Zack Thomas and Frank
down like this, we had all the DJ's all the MC's all the unity, kickin it like this And now we gon' do it somethin like this, Flex c'mon Now throw your
I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it C