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
Traduction: Home Grown. Giving Up.
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
I'm just the shell I promise I love you and Everything will work out fine Don't try to Grow up yet Oh just give it some time The pain you feel
way mama get up on the table I like the way she pour the honey in her naval I like it when she smack her fatty and open it up in front of me I wanna touch
friends, meet recorder and touring Shout out to my nigga Its now for a nigga Know some niggas back home, ain't proud of a nigga They don't see my vision, grown
love me from them poems And them songs, in my zone And I'm gone and she gone But she gone home She say no and she say she on Nigga fuck that She gone open up
Old Song Girl I Sat At Home And Watched Game Bring The West Back I Told Him To Put Half Of California On My Fuckin Back Half Of Washington Part Of Nevada Give
See I might beat a chick up or should I'da and take the hoe home When you meet a chick you fuckin' the next day, her homies go home But in my crib the
quick) And all you haters, raise up off my dick (my dick) I'm repping, the Screwed Up Click (Up Click) Time to lace your shoes up bitch, (up bitch) I
'm suppose to have yet As far as these women, I've been through so many make-up's just to break up I'd rather be all alone, when I wake up No more pain
up in the game and roll dog Now I'm full grown like H-Town be the AIDS, Z-Ro done got full blown Then I stood up in the ring, and a nigga done bit the
under the neck off Used to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up I done done some evil shit and one day I'ma have to own up But when I say somethin
nigga That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo That's fucked up, growing up in a childhood all
cope, we killing eachother to make some divid-ends I don't wanna sound crazy, but I'll make you push up daisies You better give it up give it up, give
