re everything I ever wanted All I ever wanted, all I ever wanted Since the day that you went away I've been alone and broken hearted But what my heart really wants
Übersetzung: Son By Four. All I Ever Wanted.
're everything I ever wanted, all I ever wanted, all I ever wanted since the day that you went away I've been alone and broken hearted but what my heart really wants
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't
nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss
able to tell soon But I fucked you right I will I fucked you right I will I'll fuck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel I mean it's part of our
My name ring bells across the frontier when I?m mentioned When I step foot in the saloon I get a lot of attention I reckon these haters are threatened by
the carwash, Got to where I said I'd get Now that I'm here I know for sure I really ain't got there yet Think I'll start all over Swing my guitar over
, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him." Chorus: repeat 2X Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say
son So I slept in the hobo jungles I roamed thousand miles of track Till I find myself in Mobile, Alabama At a club they call Big Jacks A little four
elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household
Like the dirt that I walk on you talk on You say I had love for ya know it's all gone all gone Chorus: Nature: You want war I'mma give u war Nas: I
or be killed only time will reveal I think by myself and I drink by myself from 9-8 until let me know its real son if its really real understandable
and paid Singin your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade make you exchange at the word trade Dig son
The Source", head of my class for all four years Did I really fall out with Eminem (Chicka) No! Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy" (Chicka) No! Nigga please, I
me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita Mom dukes
like a plugged up appliance (I'll drink to that!) Remy on the rocks, the real estated eventually, son Reverse (deverdi pras to pras verdi?) like, Century 21 I want