This is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one She's waited for This is the one This is the one This is the one Oh, this
This is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one She's waited for This is the one This is the one This is the one Oh
Prijevod: Stone Roses. Ovo je jedan.
and roses Life is all about guns and roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, guns and roses More guns then roses, foes is
for the pain Man, you wanna see this kid he was so fucking unreal When he gets that call he?s too far gone To get it together to sing one song They
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones I've been patiently waiting to get on my shit again So this is
down No one knows just what?s inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe???? I heard a white man?s yes Is a black
another boy and girl Sets foot into this world One reaches out to touch the sky One never learns to fly Where is it written in the stone That any child
g-note, fixed price But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire The man that scrapped with
down No one knows just what's inside, doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind? Black maybe I heard a white man's yes is a black maybe
wreck men's Not one or two clips I stretch ten My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone
and doo-doo is brown Life is uphill but, not when you get down I said roses are red, and violets are blue Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as
the mags up Adios, can't deny the flows It been a minute with this rhyming, I knew this sh-t'll happen, but this rapping sh-t is timing I'm on my Philly
again He's haunted by the one Whose name is life For her eyes the bluest sapphires Can turn a man to stone Her lips can shame the reddest rose Her hair
with artisti It and illiteracy with charm. [piano] Oh, one more thing. one of the more important aspects of public folk singing is audience participation, and this
It could be an uphill fight Or maybe a winding road All I really know is for me Theres only one way to go I'm traveling light No baggage this time
Here is the shovel that dug a hole in this ground of rocks And here is the pile of stones and for each one planted God only knows, a blood rose grown
