John Brown все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

VERSE 1:
I was just a youngn with a dream,
We were skipping classes smoking nuggets in the rain/
Holding on to something that could love us just the same/
Thought I paid my dues but the budgets never came/
Open my horizon like they panoramic views/
Drove alone in silence on my way to Santa Cruz
Gathering my thoughts like I’m chasing animals/

VERSE 1
I gave my life to this game, this for the players that’s left
I’m just doing my thang, but I’m ain't holding my breath/
Ride a few foreigns for the culture shock/
Write a new chorus down in Bogota/
But the liquor come from Tennessee
Im my biggest critic not ya enemy/
My shorty Puerto Rican but she’s born in Cleveland/