heart on the ground And there I see the rains coming down To wash away the dream we found Lyin' there for all to see in the dust of memories When the
heart on the ground And there I see The rains coming down to wash away the dream we found Lyin' there for all to see in the dust of memories Where the
Превод: Diamond Head. Прах.
t think of) And I think about her everyday This might not be love, but this crush Got me wanting to tell you today Chorus You're a diamond in the rough Dust
' And their sail, goin' sea Yes I know why they're ringin' They ring on for me, for me They ring on Ashes into ashes Dust to dust Ashes into ashes
[Verse 5: Ma$e] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds
[verse5 - Mase] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds
you know how my squad do I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds
don't play no games Head to my feet so fresh, so clean Buying out the bar like it ain't no thang Hot boy like Wayne diamonds in my chain blang blang blang I got canary diamond
better check the size, and recognize When I'm between your thighs Shit, I get hard from the sound of a kid rum Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified] Shiny bald head
I'm rich and famous and way too cool People can't fuck with the way I'm rhyming They say it's too slow but it bought these diamonds Too $hort baby is
rainbow fills your head Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped
shit So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust
dust Standin' up on a crowded bus, for college courses Stay on course when it gets rough, you never lost it Stay strong baby trust, you'll be back flossin' Diamond
shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing I
