we're lucky We're coming back I would never decide I would never decide Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary
Prevod: Daleč. Mati Marija.
Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary
Wayne, I feel like I'm Bruce Brana, I'm ripping clothes off, car so big when I whip that shit, don't stand to close when I hit them curves, mother fucka
is funny, how it's spent on gettin it It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham Who say the jam is "Money, Cash, Hoes" I went from bashful to asshole to international Lover-self, word to the mother
Stole, oh, oh, stole He was always such a nice boy The quiet one With good intentions He was down for his brother Respectful to his mother A good boy
I used to bust it out when I went to a jam My mother read the dirty rap She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin yourself like that Disrespectin
'd like to tell you a story of a family I once knew Well call them Mary and William and their little daughter Sue Now Mary was just a plain mother and
You're making lists today of all the things you haven't done yet You're driving everyone crazy, are you having any fun yet Mother says you oughta get
Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered round this table. From far and near we travel home, Blessed that we are able. Grateful for this sheltered place
i wasnt that was your way of encouragin the kid that keep shovin No matter what ever the crime you would do for the grime go as far as slingin dimes
cowboys fat and reeling Dancing underneath the ceiling Leave the bar, the theater's closing Make a wall of your religion Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Imitation Mary, Mary, Mother, Mother
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus
Little Italy Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary
't eat I can't sleep for over and over again My mind reads that letter and I cry for my Mary Ann Mary Ann regrets... [ ac.guitar ] My Mary had died too
pop that thang right there girl in your seat Feel the heat, count this page amongst your whitest sheets Comfort in my every word slide under countless sheep Hail Mary, Mother
P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G A S Hate the pops and kill the T A Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes Mary
