CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Collt
Samra – The Collt Lyrics
Now she’s telling “Habibi” and asking what is up
Always just termins, I’m telling “Desole”
Unluckily, lately it’s been hard, I was to late again
And not any of your goals is on my way
Today neither hole in my stomach, brother, or in my shoes
I see a table covered for me, when I wake up
That’s why I wanted escape from a ghetto
I’m in my mid-twenties and living my dream
No sense or understanding, maybe i’ll be gone soon
But at least I have made a lot of smoke
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m loading a Colt
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m getting ready for trip
A Revolver is loaded, the voices in my head
At nights I am all alone with them
Bug’s different than yours, ghost intoxicated
At night thru my life, in Tokyo in cold rain
A young man, who runs with a Colt in bank
Suitcase full to the brim
Chicago, Chicago
Milano, Milano
Ti amo, ti amo
And a nose just like Pablo
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m loading a Colt
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I was close to this, I could lost that war. And what?
God, please, stay with me
I’m lighting a cigarette, his son’s disappointed
What are Rollies and Audemars Piguet Watches?
Nothing more than piece of expensive garbage
Rrah, rrah, before offenders will come
I am loading my Colt, and burning my new G-Wagon
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
Now she’s telling “Habibi” and asking what is up
Always just termins, I’m telling “Desole”
Unluckily, lately it’s been hard, I was to late again
And not any of your goals is on my way
Today neither hole in my stomach, brother, or in my shoes
I see a table covered for me, when I wake up
That’s why I wanted escape from a ghetto
I’m in my mid-twenties and living my dream
No sense or understanding, maybe i’ll be gone soon
But at least I have made a lot of smoke
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m loading a Colt
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m getting ready for trip
A Revolver is loaded, the voices in my head
At nights I am all alone with them
Bug’s different than yours, ghost intoxicated
At night thru my life, in Tokyo in cold rain
A young man, who runs with a Colt in bank
Suitcase full to the brim
Chicago, Chicago
Milano, Milano
Ti amo, ti amo
And a nose just like Pablo
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m loading a Colt
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I was close to this, I could lost that war. And what?
God, please, stay with me
I’m lighting a cigarette, his son’s disappointed
What are Rollies and Audemars Piguet Watches?
Nothing more than piece of expensive garbage
Rrah, rrah, before offenders will come
I am loading my Colt, and burning my new G-Wagon
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold
I’m loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold