I'd do Oh baby, if I didn't have you 'Cause it's a long and lonesome road To walk alone If I ever saw a good thing Baby, it's you If I ever had a sweet
Traduction: Great White. Si j'ai vu une bonne chose.
sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you
: That's a whip, I guessed right, you know I saw this handle sticking up here and I like, I, I guessed it right on first, you know? Like I know . . .
crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a n-gga aint running shootin a jump shot running a track
It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit
with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man stiff and still
ever saw Sincere gave the God a call, we boost it from the mall Long as it's a devil I'ma take it If a devil catch me right, I leave him butt naked (
ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I
head I said some things I shouldn't have said For reasons unknown that I now forget I gave you no love, which I now regret What I'd give to hear again
know? And . . . there has to be a limit. Phyllis: That's a whip, I guessed right, you know I saw this handle sticking up here and I like, I, I guessed
with a story strange, Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range; Of a little hut by the great divide, and a white man stiff and
Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full
