A love child, running wild, a love child A love child, running wild, a love child, love child I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child
A love child, running wild a love child A love child, running wild a love child - love child I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child And
Übersetzung: Akzeptieren. Love Child.
why A love child, running wild a love child A love child, running wild a love child - love child I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child
'm leavin' you Dis with tears in my eyes But my heart will stay I love you for the rest of my life Love Is dis love that I'm feelin' Deep down in my soul
their saviour An ancient cult addicted to power Thirst for blood Deceitful love The child condemned History penned Fallacious virgin goddess of purity The bastard child
know CHORUS Soul of my soul, heart of my heart The greatest treasure of my life that's what you are Soul of my soul, child of my heart I love you more
: [Hidden track] I wait for my true love, but she never came I cry for my true love, but she never came I leave this world never knowing who she was
their guns when I hug em' I hate them from a close, from a distance I could love em' Frienemies, frienemies The ones you kept close, the ones you love
, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my people's who lost their grandmothers Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye As a child
thing you can't deny Well it's electric Ohh Electric Electric (can't deny that it's so) Electric (it's electric) In the eyes of a child And the love
batter me, But never wanna challenge me Leave em shiverin, Lookin in the mirror, like who can fuck with him? Young troublesome, that the ladies love!
on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title Nobody trades your file chill child
mixed in with the wrong crowd My life is on a flight that's goin' down My mother had an abortion for the wrong child Well, the time I felt love that's gone now Been replaced by purple rains and some storm clouds Misery love
musical outlet or career he chose My son had a mind of his own, even if his father was around He would have turned to rap he loved music, he loved rap
Sweating and things, like you were making love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method Where's the love? Somebody tell me Where's the love
outlet r career he chose my son had a mind of his own even if his father was around he would have turned to rap he loved music he loved rap at a point
