I am wondering if your away cause What you're doing is not fair By telling me that you really care. I end up with my arms in the air. Every time
your away cause What you're doing is not fair By telling me that you really care. Every time I break away your always beggin me to stay. I end up with
Переклад: Home Grown. Кидаю.
if your away cause What you're doing is not fair By telling me that you really care. Every time I break away your always beggin me to stay. I end up with
know what I'm thinkin' So give it up now, just give it up now Give it up, whoa oh oh whoa Give it up 'cuz I can see through you Give it up, whoa oh
I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals With heroin habits they picked up from the penile They let you have it, all I do is give them a
tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up
you go (You go, you go) You give me your word and I always take it You say you'll be home but you never make it So why do I... Always end up that girl
All right when we go up in this goddamn house All I want is the motherfuckin' kids As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin
Hook: Man I feel like a runaway slave Can?t calm down Never gon behave My back to the wind My spirit in the sky I?m never giving in Middle finger up
t you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple
[Lil' Wayne] I got Young Money up, And now I got my feet up, Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B's up Doing what the fuck I want, Hate me all
my heart is home to stay Wild things grow on less than a little And darling I know it'll be You and me right down in the middle Where love grows wild Gave up
the numba one dude in rap but there on the slaps of haikus I spite you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people
And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the shade of a Georgia pine And that?s home you know Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine Where the peaches grow
yaa??ll ain't so important that my words are meant for you when did everybody become so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her, broke up
of home. Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round, Sits you right back down where you belong. Love is like the april rain that makes the harvest grow
