Afroman - Moonlight

Tekst :

over the moon is wher i ll be fillin my cup,
from a pot of tea
and in the end my life will send for you to be with me
in the night i will pray god i wish my love would stay
for me..for him.now theirs no direction in the wind.
im staring at the moon playing with the spoon that sits on the table
my tea is getting cold while i am getting old
i pray for the moon light to send me well wishes
coming from over the hill and bring me my true love
for ther i cannot be without him
i hope we will be together
through history and beyond
not even this pillow thet lays upon my bed will make me happy
if its not you then i shall not be happy
i dont feel my peace nor the content
i think my love for u has been bent its not what has been sent to me
now i shall leave this little world and be...
disolved into history....

Inne utwory

  • Tall cans
  • Palmdale
  • Because I got high
  • Ghetto memories
  • Girls
  • Graveyard shift
  • The American dream
  • God has smiled on me
  • Dopefiend
  • Caddy hop
  • Sell your dope
  • Life for a pimp
  • Missisippi
  • Hush
  • Losowe utwory

    Fix me

    Some day ill feel no pain
    someday i wont have a brain
    theyll take away the part that hurts
    and let the rest remain
    fix me
    fix my head
    fix me please i dont want to be dead
    someday well all be rich
    someday i wont listen to you bitch
    and ill turn up the volume
    and give um all...

    Partir ou rester

    Partir ou rester
    Quand le départ est donné
    Faire comme les autres
    Qui font que s en aller

    Faut-il suivre leur boussole
    Ou rester cloué au sol ?
    Nos vies malgré nous
    Voyagent enracinées

    Se faire depasser
    Voir s...

    Feed on the weak

    Spirits call, spirits rise.
    Desolate sky, spirits die.

    Haunting for the silence as the sickness falls within.
    You ve got your strays, the mice are killed.
    It stems between the sick.

    Spirits call, spirits rise.
    Desolate sky, spirits die.

    Haunting...

    Desmond

    British champion for fifty years
    Easily beats all his challengers
    Bored of always being the best
    He’d rather be like all the rest
    Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
    Missing the table and losing matches
    Now with pressure from above
    He was forced to carry on
    “You’re the best, don’t you want to win?”
    To which he replied with a...

    Bombs fly

    I don t give a fuck if I die today,
    I live life my own way!
    Lived each day like it was my last,
    Lived in the moment
    fuck my future, fuck my past!

    Now we re at war, bombs will fly,
    nations...