again I'm too tired, I'll never win Wondering where I went wrong As I write the same sad song. Wondering where i went wrong As I write the same sad song
I'm too tired, I'll never win Wondering where I went wrong As I write the same sad song. Wondering where i went wrong As I write the same sad song.
show, You looked at me with sad, sad eyes, And it always takes me by surprise, You're asking me things I just don't know Well I wanna go back today, [...?]
Hypnotic for me, you drinking Smirnoff again I burn off in the Benz, switch cars and come back I might buy a spaceship, hit Mars and come back A trip
a tickled throat for so long So the songs lose excitement and loops become grating My being is scarred up and I can't keep myself from picking We turn
changed, i'm not the same a cold hand touched my core, the same hand like the night before they live on our pain they feed on our dreams hell is a sad
a rich man's game it's no suprise, they'll ask the same of you well the rich exchange a pat on the back while the high school kids are sent to attack
Flying on the power of love. I love you Though time may fade and mountains turn into sand I love you, 'til the very same come back to the land I love you and the song
on your hands Don't you cover your smile when you're laughing Naheo don't lose your indian That's what he said The child who sings the ancient song On Sandia's back
a sad love song And I can't blame nobody else for the mistakes I made Baby this is a lesson I gotta learn the hard way I wish I could turn back the hands
Just because your bank account is excessive in cents Plus success is a cinch-- don't get it twisted His kindness should provoke you to confess and repent Turn from your wickedness Turn
the mouth, Fist fight 'til we turn this mother OUT, And apologize after, Laughter, pain, it's insane, We're back in the same chapter again, And it's sad
couch, punch you in the mouth, we fist fight 'till we turn this mother out and apologize after, laughter Pain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter again And it's sad
just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. I sit back with this
, just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. I sit back with this
it here Whatever Dre, just let it run Aiyyo, turn the beat up a little beat Aiyyo, this song is for anyone Fuck it, just shut up and listen...Aiyyo I sit back
my son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her All ball is played, won't starve today Song after song