one of my dreams Has come true at last My love, time goes on All is forgiven love As time moves on and on All is forgiven, yeah, forgiven
Traduction: Trouble. Tout est pardonné.
think one of my dreams Has come true at last My love, time goes on All is forgiven love, as time moves on and on All is forgiven yeah, forgiven
does that resolve I guess it's my fault The truth is never easy when you gotta get it off And girl I'm so exhausted Yes, all this makes me nauseous This is
] Everyday it's like I can't maintain but still I feel I'm in it for the same thing all I ever wanted is just to get my change living strength is my only
all, one of y'all with fours Could run up on me, and I guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall I'm just here to do my time, not to trouble you, but I'ma
out mansion in Paradise In the skyyy [Verse 2] Will I survive all the fights in the darkness? Trouble sparks They tell me home is where the heart is
I Once Contemplated Suicide, And Woulda Tried But When I Held That 9, All I Could See Was My Momma's Eyes No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble
'm troublesome [Chorus] Tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times] Trouble shit Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto We're guerillas in this
bottom of it all lets go before we start the war begin with two reasons why we need to talk and stop poppin up in my cribs all over new york and death
you. Time has gone, but I'll go anywhere, yes I'll go anywhere with you. This is the danger zone, this is where I came in. They know not what they do, forgive
doom The night is filled with shadows, the years are filled with early doom I've been conjuring up all these long dead souls from their crumblin' tombs Let's forgive
we're on And lookin' at our troubles as another stepping stone And I believe that everthing in life is what it's meant to be I believe there is a God
I open my lungs To breathe in forgiveness and love Haunting me now, reminders of how I used to be I know down the road My troubles are sure to follow
drunks and strays But not a one is turned away, when it's family Some are lucky, others ain't Some are fighters, others faint Winners, losers, sinners, saints, it's all
me to the game Spanish Jose introduced me to cane I'm a hustler now My gear is in and i'm in the in crowd And all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin
fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in
