Bomb the Bass все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

A cold, black river runnin’
Who knows which way it’s gone
I feel the half that is missin’
Until [the] river flows back to me
Come outside into the sun
I know in time your will be done
Mind like a black river runnin’
It’s dark, dark in my motel room

Never get sick
Never get sick
Never get sick
Never get sick of you
Wanna kiss ya
Wanna kiss ya
Wanna kiss ya
When you kick

[I think it's time to discuss your philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavors]

Check it, yo!
I always hit the tape with the rough road styles
You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew
So you could call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew
I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangiers

Tears have flowed
'Til they dry
Can't come down
Though you try

See them leave
No return
This repeats

Its a story from many years ago
When I was just barely a young man
I was dropped in a field in the war
1918 almost a hundred years

I had plans to protect my ground
Lips were moving but no sound
Didn't quite hear your call

Look around, wonder why
We can live a life that´s never satisfied
Lonely hearts, troubled minds
Looking for a way that we can never find

Many roads are ahead of us
With choices to be made
But life´s just one of the games we play