strong like this Happy as can be As I ever could be Nothing you can say that will help you Finally I made up my mind Found a track away from the circle
this Happy as can be as I ever could be Nothing you can say that will help you Finally, I made up my mind I found a track away from the circle Well
Traduzione: No Fun At All. Away From The Circle.
keep standing at the station Pretending you're being met You can't wear a sign that says 'yours' When that ain't what you get It flows and flows away from
hyna dance Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose Then light you up on fire, put away my lighter
all came up from a circle surrounded by Gees Killaz,dealers, and ballers playin parts in your dreams All in a circle all of our anger, all of our verses All
team I'll get away with murder I'm O.J. he's like my Cochran today We keep the mark from the tapes In a safe, locked them away Better watch what you
all giving out on you CHORUS when it's all over now it's all over now it's no longer fun and it's all been overdone so it's all over now a large pickup
s all giving out on you CHORUS When it's all over now It's all over now It's no longer fun and it's often overdone So it's all over now A large pickup
long money bums I come from Cali cause that's where I'm from It's the pocket, I'm sittin on top of the snare drum Full circle, now I'm right back to square
and He waves goodbye to you and me, at least for now. c) No Rehearsal Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all
feel real guilty about the coat on your back And the sandwich you had, oh no From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From
the hyna dance Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose Then light you up on fire, put away my
complete chapter It's kind of hard with everybody in the streets laughing Cause went back in the womb from the tomb Presume the unpredictabul, roomin' at home, peep the visual At
release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and
all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash She ain't from money so she startin from scratch It's
fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her Verse Two: Now periodically I would see ol girl at the clubs, and at