When it's over That's the time I fall in love again And when it's over That's the time you're in my heart again And it never ends All the things that
When it's over That's the time I fall in love again And when it's over That's the time you're in my heart again And it never ends All the things
and when you go go go go I know It never ends Never ends When it's over Can I still come over And when it's over Is it really over When it's over That's
Traduzione: Sugar Ray. Quando è finita.
! Here's elephant, and it drops We on a three-ringed prong ancient elephant tusk Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you shruggin' it off Keep it electric
Baby Bash & Angel Dust] Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy
hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin' even tho I'm a fall back nigga but that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz people do show love fall thru,
studio boy, I don't wanna mingle Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single Who's the big guy who's quick like Sugar Ray Fuck Calgon bitch, Bizarre
first squeezed toys Born to be the host with the most When it's on it's on, Space Ho's Coast to Coast [Space Ghost] You think I'm just gonna hand over
it [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: Sugar Ray] Now I'm makin money, and it's good to be single To mingle with the ladies while their earrings jingle And that's the way it
to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba? We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray Cause Cuban
kid is serious about his change Ya'll a bunch of wacko jacko's, amped off your names Call me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames My right hand'll
D, of R-A-P [Verse Four] Well sometimes it's hard, bein MC God like fightin Sugar Ray, or Matthew Sodd(?) Tradin blow for blow with MC's you know Lookin
her fucking head in the fish tank Awww that's a beautiful aquarium Yeah, you wanna see it Hey come here bitch Oh God it's lovely Yeah, yeah, yeah have
m supposed to So when you see me rolling in the Testarossa You can best believe I got the strap in my holster Mobbing son, popping +Robbin-son+ like +Sugar Ray
[MC Lyte] (Useful strategy) [VERSE 1: Sugar Ray] Standin over the mic, gettin deeper in thought Brain cells amplifyin at a 1000 volts Rhymes combined
