do Holding on to you Noo You feel the same way I do Holding on to you Noo Into the ways again I go Holding on to you I found a way to make it through
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. Holding On To You.
I do Holding on to you Noo You feel the same way I do Holding on to you Noo Into the ways again I go Holding on to you I found a way to make it through
go Holding on to you I found a way to make it through Holding on to you Into the waves again I go Holding on to you I found a way to make it through So
'm tryin' to say is thank you For over ten years of the ghetto gospel You've paved the way for young black women to prosper How you paint pictures you
many haunted dreams Beside you were built to find your own way... But after all these years, I thought we'd still hold on But when I reach for you and
So why don't you come along Well we can help you at least We'll make you into a big star By playing your guitar But the joke was on me They left me flat
Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club. If any of you niggas get pumped thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped
hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned by the
long Thank y'all for ridin with a nigga As we continue on! You are now listenin to the sounds Of the world famous... you know my name You know my name
Man) (Yeah Man, You Know We Had To Switch It On 'em Right?) Strolling In The Park, And Watching Winter Turn To Spriing (I'm Still Standing On Two Feet
wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we aint fuckin', you take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shady's
to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too Wake up in the mornin like "Yo, what the fuck
: [Intro] [Cowboy] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method
a tragedy I drew the best hand you'd ever hold Then cashed my winnings in long ago Settled for silver how could I know You were waiting with the gold
to hide the scars [Eve] Uhh, uhh Thank you God, I appreciate every blessin Happiness to heartaches, take it as a lesson I learned a lot in this year
