Ooh, to be the only one for you Oh, baby just for you Oh, baby just for you Oh, baby just for you Oh, baby just for you I gotta vision of you Ooh,
Übersetzung: No Fun At All. Vision.
Do you think it's funny To be the one everyone's laughing (shouting) at Do you think that it's funny To be the one everyone's trying hard to avoid (deny
I am tired of your lies Behind your false disguise And I will never pay the price One thing I know it's true I'll always fighting you Nothing else I
I wont comeback tomorrow (to sorrow) Oh there is no other way I wanna end my sorrow (tomorrow) Oh got nothing more to say to you Can't believe the things
You better take control Or else you will float along Aah you better use some action Cause nothing wont come to you Wont come to you Strike 1 strike
What are you supposed to do Living (sitting) on your own Where are you to go now When everybody's fighting (leaving) you yeah You don't do anything but
Talking 'bout the place that we live in (the way I'm feeling) In a place so full of hate In a world where no one is giving In a place that is so full
I have been waiting (praying) For you to finally show I have been waiting (praying) And I'm know that I'm right Baby just for you I gotta vision of you
Where's the truth that I wanna find Where's the truth now can you, can you Where's the truth that I never find Where's the truth now can you, can you
to walk away You can't escape your problems Thinking 'bout the past Just make you feel depressed Forget 'bout the time When you were free and happy Look at
top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with
be honest with you I expect you to like me I mean what is there not to like I?m confident, got a great sense of humor I?m fun, I?m the kinda person you have fun
at? [Joel Ortiz:] I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll write
at the rendezvous How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you ridin
: Again, what grim vision this? Bloodstained tomb, beer-cans, and piss... This is no life... For a god Is this my fate? Trapped for all time? Is it too
cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range
find your vision first, and please don't let it pass, cause you made it this far with pushing on your made of stars! oh, oh, oh! stress all gone, everyday
