(Winwood) So glad, I'm so glad Sometimes I'm so glad to be alive
So glad, I'm so glad Sometimes, I'm so glad to be alive
Traduzione: Traffico. Contento.
Traduzione: Traffico. Glad [live].
and the minor It's a lullaby I'm so glad I met you in this song (It's just a breath I'll throw) I'm so glad you're here to sing along (My voice into
(feat. Mario) I let the roof drop Drippin - with super - In my new car And I'm glad that she love to have me I'm like ooh lord From Jamaica to Puerto
(feat. Mario) I let the roof drop Drippin - with super - In my new car And I'm glad that she love to have me I'm like ooh lord From Jamaica to
New York winter Traffic squeals The city feels...so old Late December taxi ride Then run inside it's cold Got your letters Monday I think or Tuesday
traffic will allow Knowing that you get that happy feeling When you're taking that extra bow Say hello say goodbye Good to see you're glad to rock and
than 30 minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison This traffic drives me crazy Goin west on 280 Five a bitch almost made me Crash into her Mercedes I'm glad
than thirty minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison This traffic drives me crazy, going West on two-eighty Five bitch almost made me, crash into her Mercedes I'm glad
Morning drowned you in the silence Washed up on a traffic island On my shoulder Sighing I'm so tired And the thing that hurts you is the beauty To be
Yo, rip it out the package Stuff in Royal wrap it For the sticky man, gone blueberry or Cognac-it It got to be the True, Goons blow the blue in traffic
my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs The next thing I know the telephone rings I hear my own voice on the answering machine please leave a message I'm glad
dark to turn to light I can feel a dream about to happen Gonna make the city ours tonight Traffic's going nowhere, we're glad just to walk hand in hand
got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go) Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns They glad cause
we ate each other like candy Under the covers, two intimate lovers You fuck a nigga like you mad at me Throw the ass to me You should be glad to be In
eh? I feel like ?Eh eh eh..eh eh eh eh eh? I feel like ?EH EH EH..EH EH EH EH EH? It's two in the mornin' someone tell me why's there's traffic I wish
