don't answer, I don't really want to know So don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me I have no more to give you I have
ago? Please don't answer, I don't really want to know So don't tell me Don't tell me, don't tell me Don't tell me, don't tell me I have no more to
don't answer, I don't really want to know So don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me I have no more to give you I have no
Traduzione: Air Supply. Non dirmi che.
niggers they shit right, and Don't you play soccer by the ocean front? In America, I shovel the snow while I'm smoking blunts You mean to tell me that
myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy
boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It
you don't want the drama get up off the tip I'll be the only motherfucker servin dubs and the pounds here It ain't shit for me to throw them thangs If
clean up the mess you made If I could tell the truth Or lie would I attempt to do at the same time Expect you to apologize for trying To make me so up tight Don't
I don't need you as much as I really need you So you don't use it to your advantage. But you're essential to me You're the air I breathe I believe if
Sprewell's Ya female e-mailin me all ya details I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth And I never say names, I wouldn't waste a verse Off of the top
to squeeze He's artist of the year, who can touch me son? Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I've just begun And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my
you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga see me when you see me It's whateva
your air supply Air supply [x6] Baby, though I was your air supply I wish it was easy as pressing reset on a control To restart our love To tape don't
had my fingers crossed [Chorus] Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us Picture me
sinkin' I told him " Come back when you're sober." Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October Don't even catch me when I'm blunted Rhymes
