Miercoles y Jueves nada Viernes, por cambia un poco mas nada Sabado otra vez nada January nothing February nothing March and April nothing May and June
I'll be Gone 'Til November I'll be Gone 'Til November Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November January, February, March, April, May... I see
April, the cruelest month I reckon this much could be a contender There's only so much sorrow a man can take I cant change my face, Don't you remember
It was like March or April, fuckin' Libra...fuckin', um, shit... [1st Verse-Violent J] Taurus, born in 1775 I'm like 300 and something, but I'm still
month was Jesus born in Last month of the year Tell me what month was Jesus born in Last month of the year Got January, January, March oh Lord Got April
Then turned all their faces away And now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Parks I am nothing like them niggas baby those are marks I met this girl on Valentines day fucked her in May She found out about April so she chose to March
turned all their faces away And now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
5 months, a plenty good wasted time But it just took 5 minutes when I saw your face again 2 fall in love all over, I guess with U I'll never win March
I'll be Gone 'Til November I'll be Gone 'Til November Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November January, February, March, April, May... I see you
'til November, I'll be gone 'til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November January, February, March, April, May I see you cryin', but
April, how could I not have seen April, you coming April how could I've Worn inappropriate clothing? April, all that careful stepping, Rounding of my
Don't ask me where I'm goin' When I'm not sure where I've been I know I've lost alot Gave without a thought Believed in love again And I don't have the
?c just ignorant So she learned how to behave Under command Lot's of lies in her pink Little wonderland - a crime is not a crime Crazy april's her
Rosa Parks I am nothin' like them niggas, baby, those are marks I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May She found out about April so she chose to march
'll be gone till November I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November January, February, March, April, May I see you cryin
It was like March, April Fuckin' Libra, fuckin' Taurus, born in 1775 I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still alive I used to hang with the original