like to call it But not enough It's like I never saw it Drifting away I Am finding words to say But it all goes Whoa Whoa (But it all goes) Whoa Whoa What does it
Sentire non ha senso se e rumore Distrugge l?equilibrio delle cose Si posa sulla bocca della gente Ti fa sentire solo nonostante. Io guardo il cielo
Pensa come diverso sarebbe se... tu potessi vivere un giorno a modo tuo io lo faccio tutto il tempo, quello del polso e giusto per me.. e il mio istinto
Ci sono fragili realta Che legano le stesse braccia Come rampicanti illusi noi Di raggiungere le nuvole Io ti vedo di piu se cerco me stesso Io ti
for my dollars Ain't nothing bu the Baby Mama drama [Baby Mama Drama] Verse 2 That's it I'm sick of your shit I'm bout to bring it to ya Got to handle it
you baby//What ever the problem is//bring it to me//Bring it to Dave//what ever the situations is babe//what ever the trouble is/bring it to dave///
ve got potential Wait for it Wait for nights that compliment you Ignore the girls that just resent you It?s easier to pretend you don?t care at all Now wait for it
To protect you and defend you Whether you are right or wrong Someone to open each and every door... [chorus] But it ain't me babe No, no, no It ain't me babe It
(Christophe Mae) J'ai pas le style Pourtant pas hostile Mais c'est pas pour moi le costard uniforme J'ai pas l'integrale Du gendre ideal J'aurai
of crooked nigga too [Chorus] [Raphael Saadiq] It's the coldest town from here to Georgia (I'm a crooked nigga too) It's the coldest town from here to Georgia It
losin', Songs of evolution, If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it, Don't try to lie and say you was
Dave and Tim would go Make up stories 'bout girls they know Brothers and best friends Now the dam's dried up and the rope is frayed Danny and Dave they
alright) I don't wanna do it anymore Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it Hey I don't wanna do it anymore Couldn't do it if I tried
momma like I asked you to do And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on) Well it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone It rings but it
still here Comparisons in these years is real rare It's embarrassing, the bars he spit, he still care Never let a bitch in his ear, it ain't worth it
