It suddenly snuck up on me I can't say you didn't tell me so I can't say you didn't warn me I can't take the pain of knowing that I left You I can't bear
Well, I can't say You didn't tell me so Well, I can't say You didn't warn me Well, I can't take the pain of knowing that I left You And I can't bear
It suddenly snuck up on me I can't say you didn't tell me so I can't say you didn't warn me I can't take the pain of knowing that I left You I can't
Tradução: Tercer Día. No se puede tomar el dolor.
all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be
can survive it if they stay true and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die [Flesh-n-Bone] Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play
the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in
off it's ajurned It's been a long day, just got out of court Me so tired of these kids, don't wanna see them drugs no more It's been a long day, got back
can I stay out please dad can I hang out with my little gang out hearing shots rang out heard my moms call my name out come upstairs run up stairs take
morning Till some peace at last we find Like travellers in the darkness Can't see our way Trying hard to make it through Another day Father, father
gon' She think she living right but I tell her she dead wrong And I don't care if she all fat or she all slender And I ain't T-Pain but this what I told
pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can
months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the
can say what you want to say But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay Can't run , can't hide ain't nowhere to go And if it ain't a bald head, then
for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga
head gon' she think she living right but I tell her she dead wrong and I don't care if she all fat or she all slender and I ain't T-Pain but this
a cake walk And I love rap records with lots of gun talk It's day time two both pies on waist sides Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides I make
