to me I don't want to tell a story I don't want to share my problems with you I don't want to have to explain it I don't want to have to explain it
Übersetzung: Kein Motiv. Bitten Sie nicht um.
relate to me I don't want to tell a story I don't want to share my problems with you I don't want to have to explain it I don't want to have to explain
s too late It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face
castle, jus a couple of rascals who Go harder, live faster Fight til the end like Jason?s Argonauts Cos lifes a carnival Theres no reason, motives marginal Don?t
Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running,
motive got them itchin' questions and guesses What would you ask God if you had one question? Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life Don't try to flop
landing on my Tims I tell 'em be careful don't damage the skin Amateurs cram around with the hopes to get glance at the end [Lake] Aiyo most of my friends have ulterior motives
with you be my wife you wasn't scared of me, But fuck you because you say, if you don't get a job today, Better kick rock wasn't hard to say, when you
for an emotion that's harder to kill. Don't need a reason, it's all in the mind. Look for a motive, just ask the blind. Can't hide the truth
it go (Pharrell) (Shae) Homeboy, she's dancing for a reason, not just cause on I'm on her hind, Homeboy, it's totally obvi, you don't be listening to
Hello Lord, it's me again I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on
labels [Verse 2] My kids will grow up soon Your kids will grow up too Wouldn't you like to see them raised up next to good hospitals and good schools Don't
Look around and see who's willin' to back you up You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga Don't say my name nigga, don't even think of
too late It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate Don't give me my money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony
Just get off the wall, let's have a ball The 70's are gone, it's the 80's y'all Grab a fly girl by the hand and ask her to dance C'mon fellas, don't be
I do to your face Might be me, might be my friends I might need an alibi it all depends And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, suck this I'm a
run with Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running
