fly round my head The infirmary man may count me dead But I've gone to find my ain true love I've gone to find my ain true love
Tradução: Aguijón. You Will Be My Love Ain verdadera.
cannonballs fly round my head The infirmary man may count me dead But I've gone to find my ain true love I've gone to find my ain true love
they ain't want me The national guard They scared to hunt me I love beef I got you hoes duckin me A drug thief Bitch I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep yo ass away from my
you burn - gonna make you sting 'Cause I love - 'cause I love you so much And my ma said I cried, my ma said I cried My ma said I cried in my sleep last
've learned my lesson and grew with you through a true progression and sting wrote a song that occured to me that if you love somebody you should set
blow this joint I still know I'm in love, I just stay focused And true to my path, word I get lonelier each time You go away I lose my mind I lay awake
marchin on (true) The truth lay the foundation of what we rockin on (true) You can't see it if you blind but we will always prevail (true) Life is like
they ain't want me The national guard They scared to hunt me I love beef I got you hoes duckin' me A drug thief Bitch I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep yo ass away from my
if they ain't want me The national guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me A drug thief, bitch, I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep yo ass away from my
a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size Ooh baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches Take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mind state Masturbate
everywhere we go (sang cuz) True swagger is in our my blood Believing in Him because All this loving's from above (sang cuz) Water ain't thicker than
Blow em up if they ain't want me The national guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana These slugs with keep yo ass away from my
a dinner corsey no he fuckin wit the right bitch, tight griss??? soft lips, ??? lights, all them vinnegar chips, my night shift, the only bad bitch, sting
represent. No you ain't busting no rhymes, man. The only thing thing busting is your ass if you don't sell those records & tapes, kid. I do my work.
