these regrets This time... stress... giving this shit up... fuck [Chorus One:] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
Traduzione: Serbatoio. Si rammarica.
won't regret And this gonna be the bomb, this is what I bet Oh, girl stop playing with me I've been waiting all day like the tank empty I need love, she
Thomas, Tyrese, Tank) Uh Uh Uh Neither one of us can get to sleep Cause what's on your mind Is what's on my mind Both of us know we just may regret
I just got off of work The sun is shining bright Got my paycheck in my left hand And my crotch in the right Got a half tank of gas And a girl that likes
for cigarettes And just kept driving on He didn't even know it yet Bur she's gone As far away as she can get Passed the point of no regret She went out
out for cigarettes And just kept driving on He didn't even know it yet Bur she's gone As far away as she can get Passed the point of no regret She went
to it, [Boy]-my girl, yo, she'd be pissed if she knew about this visit... [Girl]-She had a tank top on, You took her tank top off, but should've stopped
should, have listened to it, my girl, yo, she'd be pissed if she knew about this visit... She had a tank top on, I took her tank top off, but should've
. He?s got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes. He shops like a chick, he buys it all on credit, maxed out yeah, but he don?t regret
a nos actes manques futurs et passes Remords et regrets, flash back, je rappe Point de depart clap ! Mais le temps me rattrape merde, au diable les regrets
copy we, hit her wit da G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree Basterd or wee on girl Emily How bad they wanna try copy we? Hit em' wit da G, condo energy Lyrical tank
s like you left me for dead (So dead, so dead) I'm so broken My love's frozen How do you live with regrets? I see the memories flash before my eyes My tank
the coffee, the cream the blood in my dreams are the ones you used to know and the gas, the plane, the interstate live the ones you don't have to know and I regret
no more when the music comes on. board up the doors and windows and keep your crying under your breath. I smell a drop of beer in a ten gallon tank and
's the Squadron [Fat Joe] The god, Fat Joe [Remy Martin] And that bitch, Remy Martin [Remy Martin & R. Kelly] We thuggin' [Fat Joe] You know the rest Got the tank
't get mad get even madder A10 tank killer fodder Interrogate? Why bother... My brother for a last cigarette, no please not yet One last dance, lest we regret
