tried, I did Sorry, you know I'm sorry You know I'd give you anything on a dime Sorry again, cut your little head But sorry don't mean nothin' on a dime You
you know I'm sorry you know I'd give you anything on a dime. Sorry again, cut your little head, but sorry don't mean nothin, if sorry's still in bed. You
Traduzione: My Morning Jacket. Picture Of You.
contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you
flow / Nick: together , and then I kiss \ S.A.: swimmin' and hummin', and then I kiss My stoney baby my stoney baby (my stoney) my stoney baby (my stoney, my baby, my stoney) my
to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture
be more than this? In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss But let go of my hand and it will slip on the sand If you don't give me the chance
the knowledge to born Your style straight corn I woke up in the morning Heard your shit and just yawned You fuckin up my high No lie You can die ?????????????? Before i break you
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
morning you leave with me [Chorus: Tank] You! {You) Thinking about me! (Thinking about me) Sucking on you! (Sucking on you) You sucking on me! (Can you
livin', neh nigga, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke
livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke
you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot 'Cause it's the time to get together and give all you got You got food, good moods, and what'
What the fuck ya feelin... you will never feel You will never sail, you can't feel me see me They should use my knuckles instead of brail I walk on my
Jack Smoke it, looking at Kodaks Pictures and thangs, photo albums and picture frames Kin folk, I miss you man Still got your number locked in my cell phone (28-2686-18-6) my
here boy You get jack here boy And when we finish you'll never come back here boy [Chorus:] So I suggest you don't be (fucking with me) And if you don
you to walk in, for you to walk in But you're missing, when I shut out the lights You're missing, when I close my eyes You're missing, when I see the