Looking for to make some sense out of nothin' Looking for the hunger to hang on Looking for to know if you're really worth it Looking for a reason not
Chorus:] Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin' Lookin' for the hunger to hang on Lookin'for to know if you're really worth it Lookin' for a reason
Traduction: Little Big Town. Looking For A Reason.
Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin' Lookin' for the hunger to hang on Lookin'for to know if you're really worth it Lookin' for a reason not
the number you say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer and you don't do it for the man, men never notice you just do it for yourself you're the
change I take an eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die Got a grudge against the judge tryin'
Like when Nicky Bournes switched the name on the blue magic For no reason, when it fucked up a good baggage You don't need a ring less you got a team
all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk
them. A grasshopper tryna learn kung fu again. It's deja vu, livin' shit I've been through again. A little word from the wise, remain true within. This is from a
them. A grasshopper tryna learn kung fu again. It's deja vu, livin' shit I've been through again. A little word from the wise, remain true within. This is from a boss, look
A tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain ETHELL was a tree Growing off of his shoulder BILLY was a mountain (BILLY was a mountain!) ETHELL was a tree Growing
soul many people, so many problems, so many reasons to buy another round, drink it down just another night on the town with the big man, money man, better
I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes you would see the future of
my ass! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yezzzzir! Look, Look, Look What I'm a do is, I'm a go to the A then I'm a go all the way to Harlem, but before
, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringing '88 back [Chorus: Nas] They shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big
's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count his possessions He's been a miser from penny one He never cared for his children Never cared for