(I think we owe it to ourselves to be free, to go out with other people, I still want to be friends) So long to you so long to me goodbye to everything
Traduzione: No Motiv. Amici.
© Don Williams Chappell-Morris Ltd. First I was love, then I came to be I had a heart inside of me and though my heart was working I found still there
dark. It looked so pretty and it was unique; I had to bend down just to have a peek. Hello old friend, It's really good to see you once again. Hello old friend
1. Now i've got something to tell you so i wrote it in this song we both talked about it but maybe its been too long yeah, maybe its been too long 2
You was more so the chalant type I chose to more shows Haunted you nights I suppose, that's how it go With time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends
feel murdery Vicinity wander Claim no zone Never let an anchor drop Never had a home Never talk to strangers Never trust a friend This is the life and
criticize my friends criticize my ideas . . . You've just closed your mind ooh ooh - criticize! . . . You've just closed your mind ooh ooh - critieize! . . . Don't criticize my motive
volleyball Gotta journey the world in a hurry Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive
and there wasn't any reason or motive, or value, to his story, just allegory, imitation glory, and a desperate feeble search for a friend)
I might as well buck fo' profit Split with my glock and drop it Leaving his body bloated Left an ounce on the scene, now they figure dope was the motive
enter the jam Some of my boys are inside, I'm already tipsy Heard there's a couple honeys interested in getting with me Can feel them stare, while my friends
where I'm caught Lookin' out for my people, my motive is never evil My motive was never see-through, my motive was always equal Outsiders would lie and
I'm wild with a dosage character closely cut from a fabric that's ferocious with a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throat livid
in the form of an art I selected a direction, I'm going one way I got a motive and a reason to say what I say Telling you about a friend, you need to
through the motive Behind each new face But after 15 years of coming up for air Yea it's three AM and you're drunk again You burned every bridge behind every friend