I can't be critical I can't, won't stop Such a happy day for me Bring a happy day to me Send a happy day to me And a happy day Came to me, come to me
Перевод: Talking Heads. Днем.
Uh Where did you come from? From head to toe you are perfect What is that you're eating? The way you talk and your expression so sweet How do you fall
can see how large When the music stops Kon Artist: I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst
a king One day labeled thug Mrs The essence of my ghetto sistas Hugs and kisses That's just for me to be a father figure Chorus over top of talking
But I dont want to talk right now my day is goin shitty Why J rockin that erclie look isnt he from marcy? They say hes growin dreads and hes talking like
still, Keep one in the head still, I be remenicen boo, Missing you, thats being real Cuz you nice in the bed and you nice with the head skills, You awfly
that means we gotta make it work [Verse 2] Walkin to house from hard work, my head hurts, Instead of arguin, can i have dinner with some dessert (uh uh) She talkin
Queen of the Biz And her friend Flash harry thinks he knows what it is Tin Pan Alley Fat Head Larry don't know shit Just trying to keep her happy
told me what to do, and I do it But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it Losin friends, day by day I'm in so much pain when
to compromise my bad looks I roam with God-bodies and crooks But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it Cause someone could take
come before my forest Looks like it Slow cheetah come it's so euphoric No matter what they say Everyone has so much to say They talk talk talk their
blow One day they got it all and aint got shit to show So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin
(Xzibit talkin) Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for us You know what I'm sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs Yeah, I'm just tryna
c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk
your head In my pillow, weeping willow Why'd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be
say, you know it's true what they say Your only king for a day, I guess you're happy that way Don't you see that your only king for a day You must believe
squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy '