and cry, too much joy To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry, too much joy To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry, too much joy
Traduction: Too Much Joy. Theme Song.
Come in close to me and bring me joy Lift me higher, much higher and higher than light allows I wanted to be everything, everything for you Well I wanted
Come in close to me and bring me joy Lift me higher, much higher and higher than light allows I wanted to be everything, everything for you I wanted you
papa, please pray for me, I was the black sheep of the family, You tried to teach me right from wrong, Too much wine and too much song, wonder how i got
regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his Mo Thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin
't go for the money and when she turned fourteen she didn't ask for a pony but wanted to play the violin she figured a fiddle wasn't too loud and the
at the poll What them are push to the wall You see them poll For number five and six and seven and eight Them just dey miscalculate Instead of make them relate Them
time Goodbye Papa plase pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song Wonder
like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin' to play
bout the fuckin joy Fuck em by the 3's talkin bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed. [Chorus 2x song ending:] Big
People will think I'm some kind of pervert Adult sex is either boring or dirty Young people, they can get away with murder I don't write songs about girls anymore I have to write songs
of time Goodbye Papa, please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song
other day Seems there's too much killing, too much dying, too much pain I don't know about you, but I'm tired Tired of the same old sad song Sittin'
them just like a suit, like a suit So if roses in garden bring joy to the bleak Lilies save wretched from worse Music lifts up those too weary to speak
The children need something With more substance and more meaning A message intended to leave them With something much more to believe in Now it?s cool
