I?m saying you?re the only one I?m waiting for the day when you can love again He hurt you then, but that?s all done I guess I?m saying you?re the only
I know you cried, and you felt blue But when I could I gave strength to you I'm waiting for the day when you can love again I kissed your lips And
翻訳: ビーチボーイズ&ファットボーイズ. 私は日を待っている.
I'm saying you're the only one I'm waiting for the day when you can love again He hurt you then, but that's all done I guess I'm saying you're the only
each day is day filled with the love that very same love that passed me by and that is why I can break away from that lonely life And I can do what I
wait till they bury him six feet down I've got my pride and I've got my will I ain't fucking around I was born to lose but I'm built for booze Can't wait
a Rocket, she was made to burn I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed I cried when that wrecker came As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing (sounded
the deal? We must conceal, take a spin on life's wheel [Remedy] I'm on the lane with a package of raw 'cane And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying
they get feet, they get dangerous. I'm talking about real dangerous. I ain't talking about sitting under the water waiting for you. I'm talking about
song Drunk on L.A. Doga beach I hope they'll be back And take me from this place So I tune my balalaika Waiting for that day But when I start to play
time For that goddamn man Cant wait till they bury him, six feet down I?ve got my pride and I?ve got my will I aint fucking around I was born to lose but Im built for
I suggest, boys stay ahead it's high tech For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing Prepare
A time of tension, racially fenced in I came off (and all the brothers blessed him) I left more than a mark, I left a dent Cause I'm a product, of the
. I'm a spit these verses cause I feel annoyed, And I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void, If I rhyme about home and got descriptive, I'd make Fifty
. I'm a spit these verses cause I feel annoyed, and I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void, if I rhyme about home and got descriptive, I'd make Fifty