see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test? So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test... So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
Oversettelse: Over It. Sittende On My Hands.
I see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test... So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
appearance When you get here anyway I already got parents Don't try to put me inline I already got crayons My mama said I could do it I already got clearance Keep your hands of my
kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my worst half, A nigga lost so bad it was my
know I'd give my heart id give my soul for sure I'm right here on my knees If you were to leave, I'd lose my everything BRIDGE Girl my heart wont beat
and Os LMFAO my girl went through my cell phone my girl went through my cell phone my girl went through my cell phone my girl went through my cell phone
my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand
just disappear? You hear it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left
's in the backroom handing out Valium Sheriff's on the airwaves talking to the D.J.'s Forty-seven heartbeats beating like a drum Got to live it up live it
my booty crack got chrome painted rims on my 86'pontiac with fuzzy dice in a rigged up black/white my curfew's at 10 but I stay out till midnight sitting' in my
I met him in a swamp down in dagobah Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda S O D A, soda I saw the little runt sitting there on
over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it
you know Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear I don't think you'd have liked it you would
hard to listen Trying hard to see Sitting on a hard chair It's over time to stand Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand It's your daughter
it shine I see it stare Holding hearts in my hand Take the master morgue and make her have it sitting on side Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it alright
