la la la La la la la la la la So sad about us So sad about us Sad that the news is out now Sad, suppose we can't turn back now Sad about us So bad about us So bad about us
Traduction: Qui, de la. So Sad propos de nous.
the club with complimentary Hennessy But this a jungle so you hear the snakes slitherin' These niggas fake like a face with no blemishes So I'm movin' with the force of an olympian So
, Who you know famous and rich can say the same? How can niggas blame us, I am not ashamed but, I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look
bills (no way) Vanity kills, you love you (repeat **) So vain, vain vain vain You love you (yeah) Give it, give it us, give it us So vain, so vain, so
Michael Stipe: Father, father P Diddy: Father help us, come on Michael Stipe: Everybody thinks we're wrong Alicia Keys: Oh, but who are they to judge us
does it feel to wake up knowing that you're playing on something that could have been nothing but a sad, sad song, about a group of kids who lost it
sad movie, couldn't get through And there are so many things that you don't know about me Still in a the morning making coffee in the same routine This is what I think about
who'd I do that for, who? Why should I be sad? Heaven knows From the stupid freaking things that you do (Stupid freaking things) Or should I get bad or sad Who
Father help us, come on Michael Stipe (R.E.M): Everybody thinks we're wrong Alicia Keys: Oh, but who are they to judge us (Who are they to judge us)
did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have gotten so bad between us I don't see us ever being together ever again Like
[Introduction] Yeah... It's my life... My own words I guess... [Verse 1] Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression
