In the square, she came running I was lucky to be there In her hair, she wore flowers The scent, it filled the air She must leave, not returning I was
The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups He spends his time, Looking through other people's lives, The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang
Traduzione: Pretty Things. The Good Mr. Square.
Traduzione: Pretty Things. In Piazza.
time it may be easy cause you know how time takes [Hook] Ayo a gangsta's life is full of diamond rings Pretty hoes, fast cars, and expensive things Shoot
mind To be leaving my pretty momma all alone She'd always sit patient and waitin' then cussin' and cryin' And who would have to be there to comfort her And I would have to look my momma Right square
round woo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo oooo Round round get around, I get around Square Get around round round, I get a square Get around round round, I get
all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned. The only thing
you know that you're the only one [chorus] now i'm not saying that i'm really any better man i swear she's such a pretty girl (a pretty girl) a pretty
want to kiss you And tell you I love you Sometimes Now I'm not saying that I'm really any better Man i swear shes such a pretty girl (pretty girl) A pretty
pressure cooker hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me All my plots and schemes pretty much
(Paul Kennerley) The crowd had gathered They'd heard the word Pretty soon I'd be losing her They stood in line just to see The way she'd make a meal
you do itlike this is outrageous Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous Your hottest thing to me, not a thing Every night my crib is like the Bada
do it like this is outrageous Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous Your hottest thing to me, not a thing Every night my crib is like the Bada
that Lit by the light of ten thousand shackled suns Being hung on a thin thread Sift amongst the debris for half-hearted dreams Remnants of pocket change Pretty, frilly, thrown-away things
Small talk, pretty large drinks Walk the walk, don?t even think about it Stand around quotin? shrinks She eyes his wallet, the old man winks I?m a square