're spending your time Wanting for words but never speak You tell yourself that the things you need come slow But inside you just don't know My, my, my
're spending your time Wanting for words But never speak You tell yourself That the things you need come slow But inside you just don't know My, my, my
Traduction: Thomas, Rob. Ma, My My,.
Traduction: Thomas, Rob. Ma prière de Noël.
You're spending your time Wanting for words But never speak You tell yourself That the things you need come slow But inside you just don't know My, my, my
York franks It's like hot summers without no A.C Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob I'm like "Yo
hear you whisper and the words melt everyone But you stay so cool My mu-equita, my Spanish harlem Mona Lisa Your my reason for reasons The step in my
mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Na-tion We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich, and give to
pops bottle] AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~! [The Lonely Island] I feel alive for the first time Each sip hits my lips like a landmine Without Carlos in my life I
(originally by Cream feat. Rob Thomas) It's getting near dawn When the lights close their tired eyes I'll soon be with you, my love To give you my dawn
cool My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa Your my reason for reason The step in my groove And if you say this life ain't good enough I would give my
My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa Your my reason for reason The step in my groove And if you say this life ain't good enough I would give my
we had to do a remix right? Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous nigga~! Ahh! Yeah - Y, B's, still up I told y'all my album was crazy Do our
Feeling worn down like a piece of glass Doesn't take too much to get yourself to feed your monkey Tell some white lies, they can swallow them You don'
so small I'm not that strong but I'd sure like to be But you know me You know me I'm always sorry, sorry, always I got a lot of problems and my problems
? That's right mother fucker, here try it Alright, ah shit I feel alive for the first time Each sip hits my lip like a landmine Without Carlos in my
Rob thomas, jay stanley, brian yale and john goff I reach within my isolation, I harbor it, I honor it You say you'd like to see me closer, of course
