, hold out oh baby Wait, wait I never had a chance to love you Wait, wait If only our love could show you Wait, wait I never wanna be without you Wait, wait
out, hold out wait - wait I never had a chance to love you wait - wait if only our love could show you wait - wait I never wanna be without you wait - wait
Oversettelse: White Lion. Vent.
hold out, hold out wait - wait I never had a chance to love you wait - wait if only our love could show you wait - wait I never wanna be without you wait - wait
I'm a part of the Fam And shit, when my life is like some sort of exam It's a jungle out there, lions, horses and rams Shit, as I sit and wait for the
I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one Are you waiting for
[DJ Drama] Young Money all stars on the way Put the party in the bag now hand it over [Lil' Wayne] Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute See I ain
good time I ain't never going home 'Cause my time has come I'll wait for the winter to lie at my door White stretches out before me Leads me to the hall White
(Such a strange emotion) Can you feel it in the air? (Oh, yeah) Oh, he was locked inside a room without a door His innocence he suffered for, in a world of black and white
.Q.] We the real street criminals Regime generals Mash for the most And we sell it for the minimum We Regime alliants With appetites of giants Hungry as some lions
live, live, live? I heard your CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed Who's the nigga with the big mouth? I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion
he missed just the same She was waiting putting flowers on the shelf She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair And discovered her invisible self There's a lion
he won't hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He said 'I played Chaplin for Hitler in March 44 Been a black and white minstrel
with the boss and of course it's a payday We reachin' the weekend and I'll be treatin' my baby Typical day, dude's in the way ? But hey wait! Shark's
I write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ Not the white boy, but I'
the back door slam Rn baby youre on your way You know I cried a thousand times before you left You say that this is it But baby cant you wait You take
