Fighter

I seen an old fighter tired and in trouble who just couldn't take anymore
Something inside him kept fightin' to finish with only his feet on the floor
Lord I know that it's worth any price you could pay to see truth in whatever disguise
But I'd've played double for one look of pleasure a piece of relief in his eyes
Ain't that clown laughin' like crazy ain't his eyes empty and deep
Don't he sound sad as a baby when she cries out in her sleep

We measured the space between Waylon and Willie and Willie and Waylon and me
But there wasn't nothin' like Billy Joe Shaver what Billy Joe Shaver should be
When he showed up sick later all bit by a spider and crazy to look in the eye
He put on a show that was sad as it should've been and nobody even knew why
Ain't that clown...

Похожие новости.

[Verse 1: Nas] Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris' White chain, colored watch on the wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious Step to bars, we just

Девушка с веслом на лихом коне С шашкой наголо, вижу ты ко мне Заезжай во двор, постучись в окно Видишь я не сплю, жду тебя давно Расскажи мне всю правду, не

[Intro] Check it out I call it Yeah, yeah I call it “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters” I call this “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters” I call this “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters” I call this “Shit

A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true To each his own to each his own and my own is you What good

я жду твоего звонка - но видимо бесполезно ты научил любить меня - но нам не суждено быть вместе не узнаю теперь себя - устала от слёз и ожиданий. ты знаешь что люблю