a friend Baby I'm in I'm in baby I'm in I'm in Bridge: Baby come here next to me I'll show you how good it can be I'll breathe each breath you breathe
good it can be I'll breathe each breath you breathe I can Pour out everything I am Baby, I'm in I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in Baby, come here next
Traduzione: Urban, Keith. Sono Gonna Love You Like Nobody Loves You.
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friend Baby I'm in I'm in baby I'm in I'm in Bridge: Baby come here next to me I'll show you how good it can be I'll breathe each breath you breathe
a limp, no pimp sign, I'm an urban gorilla Rough and rugged, plus I keep it realer than realer Stomp these streets, I'm known as a mic killer With vintage
smile You better guard your pals, cause I'm 'arnin you Informin you, Ali Vegas do what he wanna do And I'ma rep Queens just like I was born to do What
eyes Tonight I Wanna Cry I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self control But I'm
The only left standin' is this kid named Koncept Content is real, somethin to feel when honest I'm drivin on a distance I guaranteed accomplished The kid I
I'm gonna run across your mind Don't worry, I'll be fine I'm gonna be alright While you're sleeping with your pride Wishing I could hold you tight I'
(Keith Urban/Monty Powell) Yeah, yeah Ooh it's a love thing I been working all day long And I'm ready to come on home to you All the other guys roll
Cause I'm slammin [scratching of] [Ced Gee] [scratching of] (I'm the King Bee) [VERSE 3: Rude Boy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad] I spark a question
feet underneath the earth Serial killer like Ted Bundy, on the mic I'm Adolf Hitler Far worse than Osama Bin Laden, plottin on hell When I get there I
Kool Keith] Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody. Same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not smoking
terrorist style I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style Viacom bought you (suckers) I'm outta here nigga I'm changin the dial [Kool Keith] Hot 97
all, I'm tellin you the truth See I know your type, you talk out your ass A wannabe gangsta mad The voodoo heavy on you, but your karma's bad I'm not