CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Sorrow Street
Need some Mari' quick
Here take the keys to my carro
Yo soy un caga palo with your life in my mano
I'm smoking a frajo I got my hands on some clavo
One time I ? with the paño over dose in the baño
Back to life twice and live a whole 'nother año
f**k today and the one that'll follow I take a swig of the bottle somebody got a better life I could borrow?
I'll be in my varrio over here chilling my sorrow I live a
Sorrow, sorrow
(Yeah)
Is the street that I'm livin
(That's the street that i'm on)
Pain Avenue
(On some Pain Avenue)
Let's go to thе blues
(Let's go to the bluеs)
Tic-toc on the clock been losing track of the time
Could see the tracks of my tears everytime I trap up the line
I'm walking the line that's so fine I'm falling behind
Homeboy I can't speak i'm different i'm blind I'm going outta my head
Like Little Anthony back in the days when he had tears on his pillow
Threw my life out the window
I wanna cry but I'm laughing cus I'm not having it
I'm down on sorrow street open my medicine cabinets
Never got sober always got me a buzz
It's not enough liquor and there's not enough drugs
'Cause if there was it still wouldn't be enough
To get me through the rough so tough i'm stuck I gots not luck my dreams are crushed my life's a bust
I'm giving up my hands are tied it's do or die
I'm having fatal thoughts of suicide
Check, my peoples say I'll be okay
But no way, I stay on sorrow street looking over toward broad way
Here take the keys to my carro
Yo soy un caga palo with your life in my mano
I'm smoking a frajo I got my hands on some clavo
One time I ? with the paño over dose in the baño
Back to life twice and live a whole 'nother año
f**k today and the one that'll follow I take a swig of the bottle somebody got a better life I could borrow?
I'll be in my varrio over here chilling my sorrow I live a
Sorrow, sorrow
(Yeah)
Is the street that I'm livin
(That's the street that i'm on)
Pain Avenue
(On some Pain Avenue)
Let's go to thе blues
(Let's go to the bluеs)
Tic-toc on the clock been losing track of the time
Could see the tracks of my tears everytime I trap up the line
I'm walking the line that's so fine I'm falling behind
Homeboy I can't speak i'm different i'm blind I'm going outta my head
Like Little Anthony back in the days when he had tears on his pillow
Threw my life out the window
I wanna cry but I'm laughing cus I'm not having it
I'm down on sorrow street open my medicine cabinets
Never got sober always got me a buzz
It's not enough liquor and there's not enough drugs
'Cause if there was it still wouldn't be enough
To get me through the rough so tough i'm stuck I gots not luck my dreams are crushed my life's a bust
I'm giving up my hands are tied it's do or die
I'm having fatal thoughts of suicide
Check, my peoples say I'll be okay
But no way, I stay on sorrow street looking over toward broad way
