see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test... So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test? So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
Übersetzung: Über Sie. Sitting On My Hands.
I see red? On the other hand love might fail the acid test... So what if this time they saved the last for best? All bets are off, all hands on deck in
deep blue sea there's always someone watching over me the power of communication every little word's a big sensation sitting in the palm of my hand everyone at my command it
Im sitting here trying to go through the motions get along but it be better if we bone you dont understand i dont need you honey i beat my dick like it
When it's right in the palm of your hand When it's right in the palm of your hand Feet on the floor holding my head Sitting alone on the side of the
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
: Fat man sitting on a little stool Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you Hands me two tickets smiles and whispers good
home But if I should become a stranger Know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Now I have moved and I've kept on
Who... niggers,.. Got my hand on my gun, as I'm sitting drinking and thinking I love you when I should of have my sun Got me losing my mind, all alone
up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over) I'm so hood And It you're not from here you can walk it out If You don't know what I'm talking
) [Chorus: Voyce] I, I see you sitting at home, nobody's calling you on the phone, your girls out making a night on the town while your sitting there
him So many years have passed Since I proclaimed My independence My mission My aim And my vision So secure Content to live each day like it's my last It
meet He's trying sidetrack one to count on Caught somewhere between countess or a courtesan And it's only love to feign and then it's gone Who Are All
you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you