million teardrops over you But that's all over, my crying days are through When you left my heart was cold and every day was blue But that's all over
Oversættelse: Johnny Cash. Det er All Over.
know shit Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit The shit's way off course It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You
'all, who's the man? Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who's
feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash
all day of his home in Tennessee, and before nightfall, a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and
a gun shot a night clerk now they call him Johnny 99 Dawn in that part of town where when you hit red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his gun
over the phone But a scary motherfucker when it's time to get it on You be sayin' freaky shit, really turnin' me on Like you swallow n' spit all over
my P.C. C-74 switched 'em over to P.C. Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E. Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T. All about them G's B, we the B.G. Byrd Gang Dipset
erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo That Pinky ring shit yo It's that
Well, the House of Cash just burned down All the way to the cold hard ground The doctors came from all over town To see the memories scattered all around
feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say, "Fuck this niggas, man" Yo, first of all, after all this is over, we still all go to sleep And
that I can't say you know Yeah , there's one walking, ooh she's got a rash She's kind of ugly, looks a lot like Johnny Cash There's another, she shakes
turned the pages Roy Acuff Minnie Pearl Eddy Aronld Johnny Cash Willie Nelson Randy Travis Garth Brooks Reba McIntire Whispering Bill Anderson Whispering Bill Anderson? Ah and that's
I'm thinkin' Lord, that's all I need to know That ain't the way So when the night was over I walked her to her door And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell 'Cause I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin' And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin' And all
green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day Performing acapella, no DJ, 98 live, no replays Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend That it's