, all or nothing All or nothing, all or nothing Do you know what I mean, yeah? You got to, got to, got to keep on trying, yeah All or nothing, um hum, yeah All or nothing
Перевод: Small Faces. All Or Nothing.
a malboro red so now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? you probably saw me laughing at all your jokes or
greyish man Who held a child upon his back A small boy by the hand The three of them were dressed in rags And thinner than the air And all six eyes stared
himself if it's him or them It's insane Louise, she's all right, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all
Yea, I look all the times i fought, and look at all the times i lost, was it worth what i would sacrafice if i was shot down and died that night shake
small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most From my high school sweetheart to f-cking with hoes Look I'm all
I make the call I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all! [G-Rock] Having dealings with
a Marlboro Red And now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes Or
face, did I? I could've got real shitty but I didn't, did I? Or got all fly but I didn't, did I? (Nope) Man, I just kept it all real, didn't I? (Ya)
face let em know that its wrong to be foolin your mates I don't care if you rule in your gates cuz ill smash a tool in your face and sound boy your small
upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped It to the love for her children nothing
Scarface, looking for that perfect girl And now you found her Started with romantic, then got to frantic Then things that's normally small become gigantic Now y'all
see who "Gets Money" No milk and honey, in this land 'coz justice has been banned So it's play dirty or die by the hand that's holding all the guns Plunged
t come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win, lose or draw, to the jaw take one Derange lyrical launcher, or
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked You'se a B writer, Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but
motivating, police asking questions about this and this I don't know shit and hell no, I don't know 5 or 6 I'm confined to a small room I cell off to