Natty Bong все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as c-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater and I know
That love is mean (uh oh), and love hurts (uh oh)
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby

OF COURSE INSIDE ME IS SAVED
BEGGIN FROM THE DEEP I'M
QUICK SAND DRAWS STRENGHT
FROM WITHIN ME
THE PAIN WAS MY SALVATION
HEALING MY WOUNDS I SING
I BEGIN TO KNOW WHO IS WHO
I KONW THAT I WILL BE STRONGER