reply wishing that I could see you everyday I miss you all the time And I can't wait till once again I can hear you say That you miss me just as much
Übersetzung: Five Star Nation. Missing You.
you everyday I miss you all the time And I can't wait till once again I can hear you say That you miss me just as much And that you love me in every
out Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare
Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you The Average Joe, with an average flow Me and Meth bringing back New York, nigga [Chorus] [Styles P.] You don't like me, you
oblongata's too proper for rhyming stupid But embalment fluid life got drama to it Unusual pharmaceutical dip is a trip if you have the patience If you
) Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em (Ya'meen) You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You
you're lost and dying of civilization, that's enough for me If you believe your own blind eye, you're beautiful people to me And you may miss what you
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know? One year, I got a wooden roly-poly for Christmas You know the things you knock down and
claim, You should be called a dirty name! MARY: John, no matter what they do to hurt you, The one you love won't desert you. DIANA: Listen, you, 'tis
So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know? One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas, you know the things you knock down
Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you The Average Joe, with an average flow Me and Meth bringing back New York, nigga [Chorus] [Styles P.] You don't like me, you
Cause you know what time it is It's time to get busy And when it's time to get busy You know what you gotta do You gotta Raise the roof because
stares like a sauna You's in Ghana, Whitehouse in Ghana Dark city with the face so pretty Tried to stick me in the 60's but you missed me, missed me
up outta this shell In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release) Up in you and cut you a costumer Huffing and puffing, discussing
you cause your you But just like you, hopping I'm hopping Gotta do what I gotta do if it is true I'm clocking faceless ones, you might think you know
You can smell a fresh bag of wet pulling the cd out the package This whole planet of shit, I love this hobo nation Escape another nine to five with leaky
