Kindred The Family Soul все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Far AwayI'm tired of broken street glass.
Not gettin' no ass unless the babies sleep.
But even then it seems like we're tryin' to keep.
Tired of payin' taxes, sendin' me mails and faxes.
Tired of crook cops.
Tired of black folk complain that crime don't stop.
I want to go to a place where lovers go.
Do the things that lovers do.
Magic HappenYeah
Ooh oh yeah
Ooh baby
Don't matter what we drive
The neighborhood where we live
Don't matter what kinda gift
Or what kinda ring you give
Surrender To LoveSee you run and you hide
From the pain that’s eating you up inside
And sad you allow no love in your heart
‘Cause you forgot how
Baby it won’t hurt ya to admit that
Your heart still beats
Even though some heartache just slam