Free my mind, taught to run I didn't get to your mind You'll see another part of me Go ahead, I'll work around You didn't, didn't get what you need It
Free my mind Been taught to run I did't get To your mind You'll see another part of me Go ahead, I'll work around You did't (didn't) get what
Перевод: Will Young. Бесплатный My Mind.
mind Infact you're boring Pretend not being of my kind You keep on talking of some girl I don't know When will you shut up and when will we go You were young
Hail Mary We won't worry everyting will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in
come up positivity Never negativity 'cause we create then do-re-mi My name is Will I Am from BEP Black Eyed Peas, numero uno, we be jammin' like Marty If I'm technical with my
me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be
m too young to be all depressed I can't complain, I'm highly blessed And there's one thing that I want to get off my chest I'm free as a bird, I'm high
ring One more look, and I forget everything Ohh-oh, mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist ya? Mamma mia does it show again My, my, just
with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn) You still wanna talk flow man? Soft white like a ?? snowman [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Free
even on my muthafucking resume dog aye my nigga if I did take you out the game my nigga it was my mutha-fcking pleasure to move fucking move you out my
dog my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog you understand say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog aye my n-gga if
mind (While I gaze) Who knows what I'll find I hope that there will be some simple piece of mind And troubles left behind-hind While I gaze into the mysteries of your mind
free babe, wanna be free I made up my mind, that's where I wanna be That's all I wanna do, to be free, to be free To smell the grass beneath my feet
' Who the fluck, want, what? Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap, yeah, bitch on my back, holla Yak in my pocket,
[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
hear you talking man, live it one day at a time There are a number of things, you know bro Yeah I hear you [Incomprehensible] Well, let me get up outta here man my
