, I can't stop hearin? all the singin? Oh, my soul has never had this feelin? And it feels like So, so, so much love in you You got so much love in you
can't stop hearing all the singing Oh, my soul has never had this feeling and it feels like so, so So much love in you You got so much love in you I
Übersetzung: The Rocket Summer. So Much Love.
i can't stop hearing all the singing Oh, my soul has never had this feeling and it feels like so, so So much love in you You got so much love in you
knife in my back, everybody rappin' fast! But the harmony in it and now that's too much to pass, now that's too much to ask. And they pick up a crash
I am grateful now and I will always be So would you sing with me The song is all I know Some truths are told now only in a melody So I've been writing
spit two hundred now my necks so freezy Hay look my pockets stay fat like Norbit(damn) Ball so much that I should play for the Hornets(cash ha) Rocks so
me and D used to talk about this kind of stuff all the time, like What it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams I didn't know much then,
.. [Part 4: Rock and roll girlfriend] [written and sung by Tre Cool] I got a rock and roll band I got a rock and roll life I got a rock and roll girlfriend
fuss Giving up much love Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again
was try to talk to hoes, and none of them was tryin to hear (not 1 hoe) it woulda meant so much more back then cause now its fake hoes everywhere so
Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit lakeshore girls go all crazy Hit the freeway go at least bout 80 Boned so much that summer even had him a baby
YEAH Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella] Ain't but too much for you to sweller Hard body, fuckin
know that I used you and I hurt you so, But that was so long ago Sweet Lady Genevieve. Oh, love me, Take me in your arms. Let me rock you, hold you,
ve tried to walk away I gotta leave So I could find a way to still believe Cause I love you too much And ain't no loving ain't no trust There's one
I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene I'm ridin
popped in the cassette Of the bounce-rock skate, and blast it as it Gets much hotter I just gotta gain... One of these so called Don-Dada's That's starin
