A love child, running wild, a love child A love child, running wild, a love child, love child I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child
A love child, running wild a love child A love child, running wild a love child - love child I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child And
翻訳: 受け入れる. 愛のチャイルド.
why A love child, running wild a love child A love child, running wild a love child - love child I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child
their guns when I hug em' I hate them from a close, from a distance I could love em' Frienemies, frienemies The ones you kept close, the ones you love
, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my people's who lost their grandmothers Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye As a child
thing you can't deny Well it's electric Ohh Electric Electric (can't deny that it's so) Electric (it's electric) In the eyes of a child And the love
batter me, But never wanna challenge me Leave em shiverin, Lookin in the mirror, like who can fuck with him? Young troublesome, that the ladies love!
on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title Nobody trades your file chill child
mixed in with the wrong crowd My life is on a flight that's goin' down My mother had an abortion for the wrong child Well, the time I felt love that's gone now Been replaced by purple rains and some storm clouds Misery love
musical outlet or career he chose My son had a mind of his own, even if his father was around He would have turned to rap he loved music, he loved rap
Sweating and things, like you were making love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method Where's the love? Somebody tell me Where's the love
outlet r career he chose my son had a mind of his own even if his father was around he would have turned to rap he loved music he loved rap at a point
is my job still to this day, and there 60,000 people out there no matter how many people out there I f-ckin' love it, my fans what would I do without you I love
within fighting back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him its over now cant hold a child mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now baby
street/ She get a check/but that ain?t s**t but the f****n rent/ And food stamps in the wind/that ain?t s**t to spend/ Oldest child is her son in the
wit' the stacks over they Huey Russle I style wit' 'em, smile, sit 'em down, child wit' 'em Lay it down if it's love then I'm outa town wit' 'em Show '
