I can't get over And I don't know why You know I can't get over No matter how I try You know I can't get over And I don't know why You know I can't get
I can't get over, And I don't know why? You know I can't get over, No matter how I try. You know I can't get over, And I don't know why? You know I can
Traduzione: Settembre. Non è possibile Get Over.
can't get over, And I don't know why? You know I can't get over, No matter how I try. You know I can't get over, And I don't know why? You know
takin' over My head is spinning and I Can't stop this feeling (Something) Something's takin' over My head is spinning and I Can't stop this feeling (
lost it Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip If you can't walk away can you at least change
' Bill) I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?) The seventh of September
d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave I was the class clown Christopher raise hair I show my dick to them hoes and I get expelled yeah I get punished I
comes out September 12th, and after that point I'm sure you can download lots of stuff from our record but until then you're just going to get lots of
I fumble one september and he makes a fuss over some A plus that I shouldn't still remember and he goes along getting hurt,getting mad,fighting fights that are over
us What's the difference between peace and war, You can make war from peace, but not peace from war Man, why you think they teach us for What the speech is for Can't
But it don't change a thing, gunshots still ring Invited just to fly over, peep the lessons we show ya Never sweat what's goin on behind your back over
of you, Saying that it's over, How can I go back in time erasing my October, October [Verse 2:] Speechless that's all I'm really left with, Cause I can't
I know your over me. I walk to the window, slip on my lonely shoes I put on some coffee so I can keep on wishin' I was over you But I'm not over you.
Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa
one to get it from me [Cha Cha] You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me [Nas] And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me [Cha
