of Noah and the Ark Where would I be without your love? Where would I be without your arms around me? Where would I be without your love? Where would I be
in your blood Where would I be without your love? Where would I be without your arms around me? You were to be the only one If I knew you I would not
Перевод: Торт. Where Would I Be?.
raging in your blood Where would I be without your love? Where would I be without your arms around me? You were to be the only one If I knew you I would
Cuz he gave me you and that's why Now I' would be lying if I said That love wasn't trying It hasn't always been a piece of cake We had mistakes
effect to keep in step So I stopped to drop bombs for a check Cause all I learned was when where why what and who And then I asked "do you think this
cause I know that I could spin outta control I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road Ugh, I'm back and forth and I'm
And I don't know why you would say you would call me right back If right back, isn't right back I mean when I say I'm going to call you right back I call
Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, I've been hitin cribz And safes where the cake be I take three
will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with Pete Rock, let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop Taking
too small Then I'll pack up my guitar and I Will move to the US I'll move to the US I'll move to the US To be a sensational succes I'm gonna move to
I smoke la like ? it got me boomin like bad-a-bing Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
where it said my name Where I took my picture out your frame And I won't be around when you figure out You got exactly what you asked for... Space. Where
, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that
I should worry and watch where I walk (yeah) Yada, yada, yada Nigga that's just talk I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be knock, knock, knock,
, maybe some dessert. Yeah. I'm still tryna get my grub on. And when I taste ya coffee with sugar and cream. This spot is where I belong. oh... Cake and whip cream so divine. I
in the middle of that peril I'm still rocking new apparel I just left the casino, I got money by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert
, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part
