Little child Runnin' wild Watch a while You see he never smiles Broken home Father gone Mama tired So he's all alone Kind of sad Kind of mad Ghetto
翻訳: メイフィールド、カーティス. リトルチャイルド、ランニンワイルド.
Where moonlight drifts into your eyes? I just want one little kiss When we get high up on the ridge Hey now, honey child We'd be runnin' free and wild
Pains and blisters on my minds and my hands From living daily with those canvas bags Thoughts of freedom they are drivin' me wild And I'll by happy like a new born child
rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, ***, breakin' out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon ***'s expired It's wild, bless the child
Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah
Christmas means to me, my love (That's what Christmas means to me, my love) I feel like runnin' wild As angels and a little child Greet you 'neath the
be little better if a nigga was doin bad, but momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get this money i just had another child, they say im gettin
[Child #1] ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em like POW! POW! POW! [Child #2] Whaaaaa??! [Mos Def] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough
used to drive the whole city wild Damn, I wish you woulda had my child A pretty little girl with Diddy style, that shit is wild Now these's days that I reminisce About my little
Norris Check the chorus Second hand smoke when you breath Remember what I told you always believe You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild Travel the
's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck wild
Not one familiar face; ain't a pity? Go back home where you belong Oh, runaway child runnin' wild You'd better go back home where you belong Run away child, running wild
, somebody tell me Who to believe Baby, I really need you Though I love you like a child But I won't have no cheatin' woman Tellin' lies and runnin' wild
've got no time for bedtime stories, I'm not a little child Everything makes me furious and everything makes me wild If you are frightened then whistle And I'll come runnin