To all my friends, our time, a gift of trust And I remember the days And the memories are never enough And I miss, I miss the times and the days we'd
Traduction: Near Miss. À tous mes amis.
To all my friends, our time, a gift of trust And I remember the days and the memories are never enough And I miss- I miss the times and the days we'd
the money start lookin' funny, all my friends get gone Concerts and studio times, they love to come and kick it But without gas money Z-ro gone miss it
Now I got her name on my arm in ink I'm in her closet strokin' her mink Looking for the missing link But all I find is Pink and N'Sync She's sweet, sixteen
name, has been wispered in my dreams, and I still miss you, even now. And I wonder why, after all the years that we have been apart, recently an aching in my
't be near can't get away I cannot do the things I should, I wish I could I can't say where, I can't say when, I can't promise now to be your friend
held you near, then I wouldn't be alone And here it comes again Cause I remember every word that you said It all just keeps spinning around in my head
was your cry sent them away Once more 'Ponine saving the day Dearest Cosette - my friend 'Ponine Brought me to you, showed me the way! Someone is near
my face my friend Dreamin' of reachin' my journeys end I'm headin' straight for my hearts desire Gee, it's good to know I'm near the home fire All
couldn't tell what was goin on Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin Put it on her ring finger
and it's not time.) There's nothing more I want To know beyond your trust now (I missed his promised time again For my friend) Don't throw our joy away
live in debt, now I resurrect the game Till we all the living dead, deadly as a cigarette Smoking all the Nicorette's, poking out ya shirt sleeve These are my trophies, I deserve these I bet my
hope like the words maybe, if, or probably more than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift
I wish you woulda had my child A pretty little girl with Diddy style Shit is wild Now these's days that I reminisce About my little mami I'ma always miss (I miss
nibble on a nigga ear And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near Oh I'm a Queens representative Get wild by any means my incentive is When