want to hold You Even though You can't be held Because You're so much more Than anything I've ever known Anything, anything I'd give anything I would give anything
want to hold You Even though You can?t be held Because You?re so much more Than everything I?ve ever known Anything, anything I?d give anything I would give anything
Übersetzung: Dritter Tag. Alles.
: Moon shining down through the palms shadows moving on the sand somebody whispering the twenty-third psalm dusty rifle in his trembling hands somebody
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the
: [Chorus:] Why's this always happen, ay yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
city you know You're gonna make a wreck outta me Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey Second time I lose I drink gin Third time I lose I drink anything
pretty, she ain't too tall, In fact she ain't too much of anything at all. I don't care what the people say, They're going to find out some sweet day
in the spot Looking extra fly For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third? Lupe still like Lupin the Third. Hear
sports Management gets the real rewards Multi national owned evening news If we believe we're fools You watch 4.5 hours of t.v a day And we should listen
to score so I could maneuver the Range I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane Tryin to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame It's third
nigga, In a hooptie me and my boys four deep nigga, Two if you got it, I told you already to hide it, Cuz I'm comin', and I'll do anything tryin' to find
seventh day? Seventh day Seven swans swimming More birds! Swimming? I hate it On the eight day it got really weird Cause on the eight day of Christmas
in your third diary A hidden dream won?t fly And you would put it away The glass Away -To stay Wont you strip // I cant // oh // breath your // to // day
better stop hatin' before they disappear I see the same ol' shit and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch Disrespect that Nolia dogg Them third
