worried, I just can't seem to find my way, baby I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Tell you something now Worried 'bout you, child Worried 'bout you
m worried, I just can't seem to find my way, baby I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Tell you something now Worried 'bout you, child Worried 'bout you
you something, yeah I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Yeah, I'm worried 'bout you, woman, oh yeah I'm worried about you [Incomprehensible] me I'm worried about
Traduction: Rolling Stones. Inquiet pour toi.
rolling like a stone Cause it's gonna be a long long way Now I'm numb as hell and I can't feel a thing But don't worry about regret or guilt cause
, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We
You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We
you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip we out grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk
canes, etc. I'm gonna fill, fill you in about uh, my background. FZ: Are you absolutely serious about this? You really like whips and canes? Aynsley:
As the years roll away And the price that I paid And the straws slips away You don't have to suffer It is what it is No bell book or candle Can get you
a big hat and roll weed Gone if you don?t know where you came or when you came All you know is weed and cocaine Non believers no game I?m zooted down,