All I want) To be with you All of my days All I want, all I need All I want is (All I want) To be with you All of my days (All I want, yeah) Anything
Kelly, Changing Faces All I want is to be with you all of my days All I want, all I need All I want is to be with you all of my days All I want baby
Traduzione: Faces Changing. Tutti I Miei Giorni.
my time [E Money Bags] Crime relation got my niggaz time facin in the line pacin y'all All the gods this one for y'all I never forget it, three times
The road looks narrow tonight, and my clock reads slow Cause I've been drinkin now for three days straight, To shut things out, like your voice. And
Of Mine, I Cry At Times I Once Contemplated Suicide, And Woulda Tried But When I Held That 9, All I Could See Was My Momma's Eyes No One Knows My Struggle
'all, I gotcha hoochies full of liquor fucking all a y'all And my, name Will be synonymous with spittin game Slangin' 'caine, it ain't the same Niggas betta change
pistols in the air Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at When
up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild And the fame was a plot to try to change me And what's strange is nobody knew my
Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee car full of ballin' caps keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steel-lo all legit but I'm drapped
at times I once contemplated suicide And woulda tried But when I held that nine All I could see was my mama's eyes No one knows my struggle They
t seek God's treasure and they change with the weather But you know my life, you know my faith You walked in my shoes, you looked in my face Antioch,
non-believers I leave em speechless, backstab deceivers Sub Roc cut Serch with the clipper I change oil, I unzip my zipper A riff of Aretha, a face of
world With real hurt and real pain And all we really need is the real thing When we look beyond our circumstance And face reality We?ll realize that all
while I'm trying to decide Oh, the spectrum of my days The make-up that was peeling off Your adolescent face Oh, such a face To try to get the clocks to change