Don't be sad I just wannna see you get through All I have It's yours if you think it helps you Good or bad There's no one can really judge you You just
Traduction: Circulation. Ne sois pas triste.
(Mason) Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, it's yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge
t (Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don?t feel like it (No!) It?s been a bad, bad day but who gives a s**t (Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don?t
When he got old enough to stutter he said I don?t listen but I-I-I can hear The eloquence of traffic, yeah the milk ponds sad lament It?s a requiem of
front door Oh baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bow breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmatic
I go in and go in Of the po'ins, and the rope man Crucial conflict was smokin' But a nigga like me, I don't be chokin' So I proceed at low speed, low
could be sad all day but I don't feel like it (No!) It's been a bad, bad day but who gives a shit (Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don't feel like
sec be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain
can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these
(Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don't feel like it (No!) It's been a bad, bad day but who gives a shit (Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don't
'94 Lexus, Rolexes, I sold it all Now I can't afford breakfast, I lost everything I worked to be Never thought I'd be a trick, payin' ho's to serve me
got old enough to stutter he said "I don?t listen but I-I-I can hear" The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the milk pond's sad lament It?s a requiem of moments
sec, be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck Opening business in places for you to cash your check My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain
' We can't stay here forever We all gotta go to a place we believe is better So why be sad, why be mad Now you can see it ain't about the cheddar It'
Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood But won't be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad
boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised
