're spending your time Wanting for words but never speak You tell yourself that the things you need come slow But inside you just don't know My, my, my
're spending your time Wanting for words But never speak You tell yourself That the things you need come slow But inside you just don't know My, my, my
翻訳: トーマス、ロブ. 私の、マイ、マイ.
翻訳: トーマス、ロブ. 私のクリスマスの祈り.
You're spending your time Wanting for words But never speak You tell yourself That the things you need come slow But inside you just don't know My, my, my
Feeling worn down like a piece of glass Doesn't take too much to get yourself to feed your monkey Tell some white lies, they can swallow them You don'
so small I'm not that strong but I'd sure like to be But you know me You know me I'm always sorry, sorry, always I got a lot of problems and my problems
? That's right mother fucker, here try it Alright, ah shit I feel alive for the first time Each sip hits my lip like a landmine Without Carlos in my
Rob thomas, jay stanley, brian yale and john goff I reach within my isolation, I harbor it, I honor it You say you'd like to see me closer, of course
People my age, tried to say slow my speed up Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up Chorus: [Carl Thomas] (Noreaga) I love my life (Love my life, yo) Sold drugs my
trustin' and you got my word Oh for beter or worse missed you so much you just my girl for ever Now now that I found my girl I ain't neva eva eva gon'
-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to
the smile that could light up my nights For all of my life Now I don't give a damn about her Now I don't care and I just don't know why She needed my
through I could stay right here forever Sunday morning New York blue Feeling just the way I do Dancing our way into Sunday morning New York blue Ohh yeah It's my
Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my boot My 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about it Understand when I was younger I was all on my own So when
Berg] Yeah - so you know we had to do a remix right? Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous nigga~! Ahh!! Yeah - Y, B's, still I told y'all my album
Feeling worn down Like a piece of glass It doesn't take too much to get yourself to feed your monkey Tell some white lies, they can swallow them You don
