What's the point in holding on if you keep on doing wrong What's the bottom line? LOVE DON'T MAKE NO SENSE ...love don't make nooooooooooooooo sense baby
's the point in holding on if you keep on doing wrong 'Cause the bottom line is yeah, love don't make no sense Love don't make no sense
Traduzione: Joe. L'amore non hanno alcun senso.
s the point in holding on if you keep on doing wrong What's the bottom line? LOVE DON'T MAKE NO SENSE ...love don't make nooooooooooooooo sense baby
smarter than your average Jonathan or Joe I could fill a hundred suitcases with everything I know But I am stupid for your love Aurora borealis makes perfect sense
white, lets get that good Lets get that green, lets get that grape you heard me? it don't Make no sense but it's all gonna come back green ya heard me
now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking
it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch
memories make me cry till I can't stop man Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin' My whole life's
thuggish freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit the same principles Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you Joe
the V You rap niggaz on the radio don't do it for me Insert the removable face, place the CD Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense Talk about
on the dick Like when I come through with spinners on the six And got bitches bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks But some whores in this game really don't make sense
feel like me, let me here you say AYO [Joe Budden] Nah, it aint pills So if I aint myself as of late it relates to another ordeal Don't suggest out ya
Tell me, trust me, I won't think nothing less of you [Chorus:] I'm sorry I ain't around more Come up with me or stay on the ground floor I don't need
nonsense, common sense bitch Mama striaght from the streets but I chose to retreat Wha, and elivate my mind, right rhyming, spit game Let the cocaine rise cause I don't
