: Too much time to get lost in the maze Tell me, isn't that strange? You bleed to get there, you were ready You were ready, to be a bird in a golden
Fursten und Monarchen, iwe seid ihr reich schenkt euch Lander ruhmt euch Taten, kein Vergleich, nobody changes unless to not change, it's too much running
und Monarchen, Wie seid Ihr reich. Schenkt Euch Lander, ruhmt Euch Taten, kein Vergleich. Nobody changes, unless to not change It's too much running round
: Here I sit again and think about the world we know the same old thing, where do we come from and where do we go Sometimes I worry just too much, sometimes
: [Music: Hansen/Lyrics: Hansen] Too many people, too much trouble, Too many problems in the morn. Another sunrise in the rubble, Another ship sunk
: Too many people, too much trouble, too many problems in the morn. Anpther sunrise in the rubble, another ship sunk by the storm. Some little angel
: [Music/Lyrics: Hansen] Too many people, too much trouble, too many problems in the morn. Another sunrise in the rubble, another ship sunk by the storm
: [band version] [Music/Lyrics: Hansen] Too many people, too much trouble, too many problems in the morn. Another sunrise in the rubble, another ship
my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard work Poppin' bottles Shit them hoes love it too This DJ Khaled
man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic
, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin', no I'm not Jay-Z Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared
it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared
dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin', no I'm not Jay-Z Too many n*ggas hate me, but they
year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
: Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me wish he would've helped me too much
: Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X) I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember