Ooh, to be the only one for you Oh, baby just for you Oh, baby just for you Oh, baby just for you Oh, baby just for you I gotta vision of you Ooh,
Tradução: No Fun At All. Visión.
Do you think it's funny To be the one everyone's laughing (shouting) at Do you think that it's funny To be the one everyone's trying hard to avoid (deny
I am tired of your lies Behind your false disguise And I will never pay the price One thing I know it's true I'll always fighting you Nothing else I
I wont comeback tomorrow (to sorrow) Oh there is no other way I wanna end my sorrow (tomorrow) Oh got nothing more to say to you Can't believe the things
You better take control Or else you will float along Aah you better use some action Cause nothing wont come to you Wont come to you Strike 1 strike
What are you supposed to do Living (sitting) on your own Where are you to go now When everybody's fighting (leaving) you yeah You don't do anything but
Talking 'bout the place that we live in (the way I'm feeling) In a place so full of hate In a world where no one is giving In a place that is so full
I have been waiting (praying) For you to finally show I have been waiting (praying) And I'm know that I'm right Baby just for you I gotta vision of you
Where's the truth that I wanna find Where's the truth now can you, can you Where's the truth that I never find Where's the truth now can you, can you
to walk away You can't escape your problems Thinking 'bout the past Just make you feel depressed Forget 'bout the time When you were free and happy Look at
We always talk about our peeps, how we be everywhere When you need 'em the most, are they really ever there? See , every thing be all good when we be havin' fun
at? [Joel Ortiz:] I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll write
cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range
battlefield you know that I still get it on Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh Evaluations wanna vision
the commison While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve Hell, I love my children all is well
stitches on my back A vision on my back Don't try to run up on me, I got precision with that gat I don't Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat All I got to do is Tat Bet
flames of hell Murda Murda Murda [Verse 2: Majik Duce] So sickly, you can't see me like Houdini Where the fuck up at your vision? Gothic flippin', rippin
