I had has been taken from me Now I'm cryin' and tears don't become me Just one smile, pain's forgiven Just one kiss, girl Now the hurt's all gone Just one smile
Tradução: Blood, Sweat and Tears. Just One Smile.
GUNS COME OUT! Working people funds run out Keep a show last week and no one come out BOMBS COME OUT! Mi gas tank just run out BOMBO CLATT! The scotch tape just
Shits funny How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it Never the less you gotta go for the gusto But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
more to him than that paper card Look him crossing the line oh it's so hard To define the moves inside my head it's all just Blood blood sweat sweat tears tears
second whenever I choose to wipe away my tears. Living a life of dreams. Things can't get no better. You'll find meanings of warmth in one souls sweater
me Shits funny, how impossible Cream manifest in the games that be comin' with it Never the less you gotta go for the gusto But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
, I'ma killer, better duck Muh-Fucker Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada) What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone Blood sweat and tears
a beer, let it be clear, It was a blessing but I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year, Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and tears, F a career,
odds Come from the gritty in the city to a superstar Number one hit consistently for ten long years Put my soul in every project my blood, sweat and my tears
2: Just to make it in the world and go against all odds Come from the gritty inner city to a superstar Number one hits consistently for ten long years Put my soul in every project my blood sweat
the doctor comes out Just shaking his head Nothing was said But I betted in his face full of sweat You were dead Just all I saw instead was blood shot
Can I just live, yo? (Yo, I'm just tryna live) Why can?t y'all leave me alone? Man seem like everybody be judging me Talkin' behind my back, fakin' the smiles
got took by surprise Crooked little smile that clings to her lips On a night like this I sing for the bitch (Chorus) Just a lonely summer Slowly dying I was smiling
week and no one come out/ BOMBS COME OUT!/ mi gas tank just run out/ BOMBO CLAATT!/ the scotch tape just run out/ WEED RUN OUT!/ yuh senses must dumb
