gotta pick up my passports And I've gotta get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way
pick up my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too
up my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too much
Traducció: Rolling Stones. Perdre el meu tacte.
my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too much Baby
, love, I only lie to my girl I lust for the riches, what a treat this is The Lord is dealin' with my demons and my weaknesses God, forgive, lose it
you don't eat So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet And my pop, was a rolling stone 15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
' rappers heated I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll All the Liks releases, become masterpieces
' ROLL ARE YOU READY (ARE YOU READY) READY (ARE YOU READY) TO BOOGIE DOWN AND LOSE CONTROL PLAY THAT RECORD AGAIN FOR ME THE ONE WITH THE ROCK N' ROLL
smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned
