Songtexte:
A Day At The Fair This Is Why We Don T Have Nice Things

no sense to this, When I break a window, Cut my hand, Shattered glass, I'll climb back in, Lose my head again, Wonder where it ever went, This is where we

this, There's no sense to this, When I break a window, Cut my hand, Shattered glass, I'll climb back in, Lose my head again, Wonder where it ever went, This is

Jermaine: Lalalalalalalala lalalalalalalal Bret: We have a child, Jermaine: Pardon? Bret: We have a child, Jermaine: Why didn't you tell me, Jenny? Why didn't

t no regular shit That's a polite asshole and a sensitive pimp You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Church mosque, have a knack Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don

Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead [Hook] I told her I'm her worst nightmare This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats

a girl. Not us guys, we're different. I don't need to talk. I couldn't talk for a month wouldn't bother me at all. But girls just talk, talk, talk,

and a sensitive pimp You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Church mosque, have a knack Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't know how to act Remove

to the kids for a second (T)- Do u think you could talk for enough time? (M)- No uh-uh (T)- Why don?t you gather your thoughts? (M)- Why don?t you

m fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown These niggaz ain't nice, they nice clowns That's why