to show you 'Cause day after day without you I find that there's no one to turn to All this madness that I've found I'm so thankful when you're around 'Cause day after day
Übersetzung: Texas. Day After Day.
to show you Cause day after day without you I find that there's no one to turn to All this madness that I've found I'm so thankful when you're around Cause day after day
gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get
broken hearts Keep the world turnin? around Now Janey walked that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights Meanwhile in South Texas
Yeah, maybe later we'll be talking too. You're really shot after, after a number, let alone a whole evening I would think. Yeah, yeah. You tell me you kind of collapse after
outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red After Texas Red Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas
spit all these songs like in one day, and in two days... I gotta bring up one thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the 'Can't be Life
: I've been chasing after Josie since the day I could run Even though I didn't know it at the time And I followed her from Texas 'til she found me undone
the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about, from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah, The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after
the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!) You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (
do in Texas plays, Fold em' let em' hit me, raise it, baby stay with me, (I love it) Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start, And after
ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service Niggas will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you In broad day
the click I'm wit You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas We stopped at
baddest bitches that you ever wanna see Uh, EJ on a Monday, the day after Sunday Desert island we travel to, such a fun day There some girls there, it
on the drums [Verse One: Wyclef Jean] Marco Polo was an immigrant (yes he was) Columbus was an immigrant (yes he was) Even America was named after an
