for another try We came together just to come apart Just another couple broken hearts We should have known right from the start Just another couple broken hearts
Übersetzung: Was (Not Was). Nur noch ein paar Broken Hearts.
too high, way up in heaven so I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoes, start walking off and try to just keep moving on with my broken heart
: BIRTHDAY CARD EXAMPLE: I was on my last warning from Mrs Example, Clean up my act stop being an asshole, Didn?t help my debacle, I?d just woken
from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don
for a couple of weeks give me my feelings back, wish it came with a couple reciepts man, our vacation was coming next week girl I swear you was a trip
s was lyin' When he said you was gon' be fine nigga CASHIS! Witness art of war In the phyical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And
ask somebody (body) Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me) A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be But half the niggaz in the hood just like
got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the
that beat I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't kickin' like the big old C It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap Not three or four sucka's or a couple
too high, way up in Heaven And so I hold my tongue, forget the song Tie my shoe, start walking off And try to just keep moving on With my broken heart
never grab mine **** The dolli's was lyin' when he said you was gon' be fine **** Cashis Witness art of war in the phyical Since raw coke was rushed
to a nigga that hang you up, slip a couple millions just to drank for ya. Homicidal with a fully loaded rifle undecided on whether or not i could cut
whom it may concern (Why you ain't call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you ain't call me?) I'm not broken hearted
it was just my time to feel the flame Might get sparked, might not feel no pain Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine Take a couple shots to the heart
't go away I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz that you pray You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop
a damn thang changed When I left girl, I was coming back to get you It was picture perfect, but I could paint a perfect picture I've been hard broke
hit the parking lot and get to flossin' on them fools like i pooled up at the postop jumped out the car and we was feelin' like g's I was broke that
