You won't turn your head when you go When I think about you, everything changes You you got to go, you you got to go You you got to go, try to understand It's nothing personal
Tradução: No Fun At All. Nada Personal.
you know You won't turn your head When you go When I think about you Everything changes You you got to go You you got to go You you got to go Try to understand It's nothing
do the talkin I have nothing for reporters, I just hope we make these flights and don't get held up at the border, Yeah so you can spare me all the accolades
scream and cry - goodbye It may never last and I blame it on the past Being told to kill - at will Shivers down my spine when the victim is all mine You
in finger sharp shooting pain. Hannah: oh I'm sorry Farmain. Farmain: ah its ok I kiss it all better!! Alright. aww look at you you look gorgeous!! your
graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! "Nothing
at night Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this [Chorus] Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all
wrap my arms around her waist ?Ooo honey your home early?? ?Wrong bitch look at my face Now stop that fuckin screamin bitch that shit wont make me stop All
the creed of a begger's last son Cash fast fun, no life undone Take what you need son cause you daddy made mo' than one And it was fun 'till reality formed
) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all
is at the essence for the king of first quarter Numbers do the talking I have nothing for reporters I just hope we get these flights and don't get held up at
the graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! "Nothing
screaming?singing?] all is this inspiration calling back to my bedroom eyes we'll see again ...no one to no they no they wont... all that way all that
Interlude 5 lyrics: Lauryn Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0 You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. Y'all givin
spreading legs and her female perfume - I walked upstairs, I can't explain - but I got involved in a three man train - was it fun? Yeah, I guess - but I got crabs like all
a mask AND SNEAK AROUND LIKE WIFEY And get popped like shooky sodas Rap voters get Al Gored, which means low scores On all the music awards It's all good
