fight Forgive and forget whatever was said Because we're growing up by the hour I never would let it go on like it did All good things have endings Forgive and forget
Oversettelse: Get Up Kids. Tilgi og glemme.
fight. Forgive & forget Whatever was said Because we're growing up By the hour. I never would let It go on like it did: All good things Have endings. Forgive & forget
homies go and come And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from So I know my number's comin' up So I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up And
lookin' down on me cryin' For a lyin' ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in
't what you think it is And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits Get your kibbles and
have my doubts sometimes About the ethics of the so-called fairer sex Fair about what? But I find time goes by And one forgives as one forgets And one does forget
Duke, rock rock on and Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and Grover Washington, rock rock on and My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and Big L, rock rock on and Freaky
up big spliff Inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh
, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up And when he tells you, you ain't nothin', don't believe him And if he can't learn to love
bomb spot, nigga time to clock it I get the liquor, and you could get the females This crooked shit that we inflictin' gettin' street sales Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and
it I get the liquor, and you could get the females This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales [CPO] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and
' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama lost both of my kids
, Allah But still tie up ya camel Use your tongue as your sword And your book as your ammo But when those bullets start flyin' And you got pussys around
down us Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us We paint pictures of the chains under their names and
