Mommy, daddy, you and I Goin' on a trip and we're not goin' home Mommy, daddy, you and I, I Drivin', keep drivin' Drivin', drivin' all night Sleepin' on my daddy
Перевод: Talking Heads. Мама Папа и я вас.
handcuffs I guess I fell so deep in love I grew dependency I was too blind to see just how it was affecting me All I knew was you, you was all the man I had And I was scared to let you
you like I?ll do whatever you like I can do, I can do I do, I do whatever you like I?ll do whatever you like I?ll do whatever you like I can do, I can
just you, daddy? Am I going nuts or is it just you, mommy? Am I playing gone or is it just the world? Daddy, I'd rather have you dead than crazy Trying
Self made, you just affiliated I built it ground up, you bought it renovated Talking plenty capers nothings been authenticated Funny you claiming the same bitch that I
I'll take the value Josh you take a bag of antegements. Stop throwin up, I'm not paid enough, you clean the rugs. I fluff, I told you 6 bags of home
little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money to buy) (You better stop with the compliments we running out of time,) (You wanna talk whatever
it's on, the shots flowin through your head I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
I guess I fell so deep in love I grew dependency I was too blind to see just how it was affecting me All that I knew was you, you was all the man I had And I was scared to let you go, even though you
you said you can I'm laying here thinking why did I even give you a chance? Nigga making love you for what? 'Cause in the back of my head, I'm screaming
are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin
of toilet tissue(?) i continue to expose you niggas that's so superficial i script you your obituary then blow like a missle once i blow the whistle,
, T Queezie, you're too hot for me pimpin' See you stunnin', you talk enough shit To make a cripple man walk I'm a tell you like this, dog See, Jimmy
Lord Kumbaya Now, I boom shaka laka laka boo ahh ahh I got the good life, no strife, real nice And I'm a papa, my son Trey haha And when I'm on tour,
hair messed up hickey's on the neck i think i see pussy juice dripping down her leg i grab her by the head you know what i said? who you been riding
: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Strike three, ohh I got you out Without a doubt, I got you out Strike one, got you
at the end of every day I pray, I say [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] What up world? I'm the SHIT I'm headed to Hell in a hand-basket I pop pills, abuse liquor
