spoken fragments, nearly pure instrumental
Übersetzung: Traffic. Giving To You.
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood/Mason) [Instrumental]
But you you always stay down for a nigga so that's why I love you Reminiscing needing tissues Fighting over childish issues, swear I can't live with you but without you
I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind,
just one day off From pushing boulders up steep hills, playin in traffic for cheap thrills I don't know what to do that's why I'm tellin you that [Chorus
and when you split it kind a G it's sick, you could leave it to a three o shit [Chours: x2] [50 Cent:] Girl you know every time you come around your
t make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff tings come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic Then dem wheel
you no lies Girl I did you wrong You'll never find another guy This is what we got to do Make a family cause it's true Girl you are a part of me My heart
: Give it to mama Give it give it Give it to mama mama (oh) Give it Give it to mama mama For some strange reason (huh) You done pleasing me like
: Give it to mama Give it give it Give it to mama mama (oh) Give it Give it to mama mama For some strange reason (huh) You done pleasin me like
mama Give it give it Give it to mama mama (oh) Give it Give it Give it to mama mama Give it Give it Give it to mama mama Give it, give it to mama [
Then everything I catch will go bad, see all I wanna do is share Give it away, give it away, everybody come take what you can hold now Gadsden, I love you
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick Yes, I waited for you when you hated me Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic When you knew
it Threw in the towel, too tired to fight Tonight I need you More than yesterday Tonight I need you Chorus: Take me, touch me, hold me like you mean
blows through i watch as lovers pass me by Walking stories - whos and hows and whys Musing lazily on love Pondering you I'll give it time, give it space
her I give up Tell her she wins if she'll just shut up But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin' with me (Chorus) You can tell her there's a hot
