Prevod: Paris Avenue. In My Mind.
Don't misunderstand me 'cause I want you I see you on the floor baby, I want you Baby stop where you're standing I need to talk to you Last night was
Oh you now no wear... Command baby show wear... Love keep singing in my mind... Baby you now man a sound... A garey if you wich an every day... Daren
Baby, stop where you're standing I need to talk to you Last night was really crazy And I wanna make it up to you And I, I didn't realize That I meant
Wilson, countin' the mill's I'm talkin' to Andre Harrell with a chauffeur drivin' me around In the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel on Fifth Avenue
feet You make me feel kinda cool and complete My down home one and only Bleecker Street They say Broadway can't be beat and Fifth Avenue is pretty neat
Doper than the gold around your neck This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs I show the whole damn world my gift For Paris I'm speakin'
a billion The God's tropical Ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue,
a Love Connection hiding from the Light In Darkness here again-true Agents of the Wind Conspiracy is never out of-never out of sight. WeA'll rendezvouz in Paris
you watching me And we swore that, we swore that night That nothing would come between us That no one would come between us Do you remember? Ecstasy in Paris
in the cherry red one-fifty Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue
(KLa Project) Deru mesin semakin berpacu Mendaki jauh ke langit biru Melayanglah... burung besiku Breakfast in Paris, Champ Ellyse Avenue Sepotong croissant
You never remind me of Paris in spring A Rembrandt I find, to my mind you don't bring There's no work of art could start to compare You never remind
is what democracy sounds like! "Reports from protests from among Georgia... Amsterdam... and Fort Lebanon... East Seymour... Florence, Italy...London...Milano, Italy...Paris
think it hurts my brain But it cleans me out and then I can go on There's somethin' about this Sunday It's a most peculiar gray Strollin' down the avenue
me the gun Don't be like that baby You're just no fun Pink champagne from Paris, France Cigars, the best Havana On Second Avenue, affairs are all night
night I was J. Paul Getty Eatin' prime rib instead of spaghetti Had a butler, a maid and bars in my cars Saks Fifth Avenue and Visa cards There I was in the city of Paris
stirs in the town. The morning after the rain The barges move on the seine. Down the avenue lined with trees Paris bells ring on the breeze Paris bells
