Константин Маланьин — тексты песен

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Darryl Worley

• A Good Day To Run
  

  
  
  
  (Darryl Worley/Bobby Tomberlin) I`m tired of working every day for a dollar About to choke on my own blue collar This ain`t gonna last Misled by the grand illusion I`ve come to this conclusion I can`t make a move too fast It was ...

Canaan

• Chrome Red Overdose
  

  
  
  
  Broken in a chrome overdose Shaking hands in ever growing ache Destroyed a writing on the wall lights are trembling shields are crumbling Abandoned in a plastic overdose coloured in grey perfumes all around Passing away in t...

Baby D f Ebony Crom

• Off Da Chain
  

  [Baby D] She was looking so good when I saw her in the mall Hair done nails done and all Getting off the elevatior Nigga had to pause Got a woodie in my draws Got her number(so I`ll talk to you later) Shawty do you wanna ride with me Slip and slide wit...

Антон Макарский

• Belle (Петкун + Голубев + Макарский)
  

  Свет озарил мою больную душу Нет, твой покой я страстью не нарушу Бред, полночный бред терзает сердце мне опять О, эсмеральда, я посмел тебя желать Мой тяжкий крест - уродства вечная печать Я состраданье за любовь готов принять Нет, горбун отвержен и с...

Константин Маланьин

• Песня бродячего кота
  

  Константин Маланьин
  
  
  
  Моя облезлая шкура в репьях,
  
  Мой хвост короче, чем был от рожденья.
  
  И на своих трех здоровых ногах
  
  На хвост-обрубок ищу приключенья.
  
  
  

Chorus Line

• Nothing
  

  
  I`m so excited because I`m gonna go to the High School of Performing
  Arts, I mean I was dying to be a serious actress.
  Anyway, it`s our first day acting class and we`re in the auditorium and
  the teacher, Mr.

U.G.K. f3-2 and Ron Isley

• One Day
  

  3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper think I`m a do it quick Thinkin I`m a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah My mama`s only son But I live everyday like its my mut...

Big Pokey f Big E, Big Moe, Chris Ward

• D Game 2000
  

  * send corrections to the typist (Answering Machine Message) man that niggas a hoe man this ol south ass nigga you think you throwed you aint throwed boy better take that weak shit on boy this shit aint for kids boy leave it to the grown men son hoe ...

From First To Last

• Such A Tragedy
  

  
  
  
  You used to be my angel, but now you`re more like the devil. Keep on talking darling, you`re bound to kill yourself... with another thousand words. And tears my eyes right out; i`d rather see you without them anyway.