she's losing it, yeah she's losing it When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it She goes to
she's losing it, oh yeah, she's losing it She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff She knows she's losing it, oh yeah, she's losing it She doesn't
Traduction: Sebastian, Belle. Elle est le perdre.
she's losing it, yeah she's losing it When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing Yeah she's losing
she walks she gets this Brown skin or a yellow bone DJ this my favorite song So I'm a make it thunderstorm Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I
up your chest That be suicide, nigga See that trigger All you do is hang It's a front, take a punt And it's smooth to guide Curse the 'ho 'til she takes
s paradise lost could be found But in the eyes of the Dean, his daughter Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta But a man's gotta do What a man's gotta do
the day, at night is another thing She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand She says, "You
her. She is good to me And there's nothing she doesn't see. She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter. I want you, I want you, I want you
it's the best thing that could have happened 'Cause sometimes when you lose your way It's really just as well Because you find yourself Yeah, that's when