(Tell me why) Tell me why some things are perfect (Tell me why) Tell me why some things are wonderful (Tell me why) Tell me why some things are out of reach Tell me why
Übersetzung: Black Lab. Tell Me Why.
to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breeding life in me I owe my life to you Before the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do
to me, and only family that can get that close to me Keep it type strong Blowin green that's keepin us goin Unconditional love showin Yo you fam to me
a buster down bad MidWest side put me in the sound lab Now I'm hot damn like a ????? I'm flippin backwards for you flow snatchers Blast ya'll When I ask me
I will slap yo' ass in church And apologize to Jesus later, punk! Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich? And why I ain't got SHIT in my pocket
you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit
the land pissed. Now you movin' more prestigious. Me? Hittin' the streets, I know it's real, guess I slept with the black Jesus. [Chorus x2] [Verse
is you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breathing life in me, I owe my life to you but for the life of me, I don't see why you don
, Went to the liqour store Blast on the cashier, just like I did last year, Now tell me, if you was there Would you be down, When them black boys beat
know is you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breeding life in me I owe my life to you Before the life of me, I don't see why you don
major problem) I will slap yo' ass in church And apologize to Jesus later, punk Why am I hot and you not and why is you rich? And why I ain't got shit
the front, you tell me no Yo, I just came to mingle, watch the earrings jingle Grab a cutie rub-a-dub 'til it tingle But you wanna single me out, but
a buster down bad MidWest side put me in the sound lab Now I'm hot damn like a ?? I'm flippin backwards for you flow snatchers Blast ya'll When I ask me
, I'm up on the land, pissed Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus I've gone
were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this, when you're done over there Why don't you come here and shit,
[Mr. Cheeks] A yo I come from New York V.A.'s where they found me This Mr. Cheeks I keep freaks around me L.B. Fam surround me in case something pops
