Testi:
Dave It

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

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

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///

of love and blow it up I did it Do you think I've gone too far I did it Guilty as charged I did it It was me right or wrong I did it Yeah I never did

and crying in the apartment upstairs Funny the way it is If you think about it Somebody?s going hungry and someone else is eating out Funny the way it

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

wonder, [Chorus:] Open up your eyes to the most high, And touch the wind,.. we're just trying to do it right! Do it right! Do it right! Do it! Do it right! Do it