There's so many things that we miss in our everyday lives We're so busy hustling, bustling chasing far away dreams We forget the little things Like blue
Tradução: Cordero. Pequeñas Cosas.
Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah... Heeeey, yeah... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo
titans with your beauty enlighten us [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] Mama said it's a cruel world And I still can't believe some of them things that I've seen
gon act now? Being stubborn little homie couldn't back down But I'm back now, and we back around Killing all the daughters and they mama along with em Little
on me and sang this song (sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song) It went a little something like mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
m like a little lamb That I can't find my way home Read about it talked about it Even asked Wanted it to happen And now it has I'm a little lamb That
: Daddy's little soldier boy Mama's little pride and joy Both hands on her apron strings "Don't you touch that dirty thing" A warning signal from above
of motions Where the hell did we go wrong? Like a lamb off to the slaughter Bought myself a glass of water I failed to spot I'd caught a Little creature
of assassinated actions nothing left that binds me to infatuated passions I've got everything behind me I've relaxed in my attraction to the unreasonable sacrifice that this little lamb
hot glocks That's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body So don
: [Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother
: Yes, I am blind No, I can't see The good things Just the bad things, oh... Yes, I am blind No, I can't see There must be something Horribly
Jack be quick Jump on over your candlestick Mary's little lamb came way too soon I wonder why you feel this way Brain in a haze of disarray Erase the thing
coming thru the rye But maybe he?s the father, of that lost little girl It?s hard to tell in this light And I want to know the same thing Everyone
with foreign felines Since I was knee high This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive Fuck my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing In her blue jeans, panties
