This is my last call to you Then I'll give up everything That we had, that we'd do And you'll never hear me sing All these songs about you So just take
about the dreams in our heads Layin' awake, holding on in my bed Why don't you go ahead And make them come true I still believe in you This is my last call
Traduction: Plain White T. Last Call.
: This is my last call to you Then I'll give up everything That we had, that we'd do And you'll never hear me sing All these songs about you So just
, Throw it in a body bag Black barbie, That's what I call my black braud African plug, That's what I call a black chord Get ya sharps get ya flats, That's
and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson
clap, it's your time at the Apollo Paper planes, so my brain stay on auto Shorty's mind right so she study Aristotle Leonardo DaVinci, you's a perfect
in each That's a hundred and twelve reasons, a whole street could be deceased Right when I was trying to change, fellas start playing games Brought me back to reality, my sanity's
to make it beautiful But all I can think about is our last fight I was gonna play it on piano Had the drums come in real bold But I couldn't think of
on the title then finna get the white out So many cameras flashin' I can't even tell it's night out I swear I saw the reaper, guess I'm finna bout to play
, yet he never had a wife. And it's ride, Willie, ride, Roll, Willie, roll, Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows. He gambled in the White
black and white turns to so many shades of gray We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover
's on 'em Baby, Shady's here come on get him If you dames want 'em But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him He's immune to Cupid, why
white-out Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?) Climped out of a nice house, through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's
right into show, riding on lolo's Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time
treat em like shoes [Verse 3: Darkman] Whether Jordan 13s or Jordan D-wades With every new pair my old pair feel played New Carmello's, new Chris Paul's
