you're drawing the line. You're nobody's lapdog, you're closing that door. You're not you, you're not you anymore. You're not you, you're not you anymore
And your drawing the line You're nobody's lapdog You're closing that door You're not you You're not you anymore You're not you You're not you anymore
翻訳: グッドライフ. You’再ノットユー.
more excuses, no more denials You're tired and you're drawing the line You're nobody's lapdog, you're closing that door You're not you, you're not you
a good thing Don't know if I'ma see you again But is that a good thing? Cause girl I can't be your man, no ma'am I know whats on your brain You're probably
I know you're wondering what this letter is for And I'm just hoping that you read this far, page two [Hook] [Verse 3] Dear Anne, my number one fan By now you
high That you can't even have a good time Everybody look to their left (yeah) Everybody look to their right (ha) Can you feel that (yeah) We're paying
to you, no more i feel like to got crazy thinking of you, all day but something tells me you're still my life i remain to find for your cars I need you
We don't care what you put inside it Wrap it up in ribbons It's the life style that I like I'll give you yours, you'll give me mine But don't forget
my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more plans
, anything to change my mind Famous last lines of a fool Just when you think You're a chain with just one link Something comes to tip you off your stool
think you could go so low Look at what you've done, you're losing me, here's what you've won Got me planning to go solo, solo You sing to me, too bad you
mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you, while
man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you dig that? Oh yeah You know we hate, you know we hate, you know we hate You
you Lie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
a perfect explination Why you feel so good to say that you're Chorus: My love, my love, my love I?ll give you all my love if you,if you, If you dont
up like New York traffic You dumb fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks, Big nuts hairs, swinging like nunchucks Hollygrove I'm claiming it like insurance I've been on the grind, nigga you're
