I?m saying you?re the only one I?m waiting for the day when you can love again He hurt you then, but that?s all done I guess I?m saying you?re the only
I know you cried, and you felt blue But when I could I gave strength to you I'm waiting for the day when you can love again I kissed your lips And
Fordítás: Beach Boys \u0026amp; Fat Boys. Én Waiting For The Day.
I'm saying you're the only one I'm waiting for the day when you can love again He hurt you then, but that's all done I guess I'm saying you're the only
each day is day filled with the love that very same love that passed me by and that is why I can break away from that lonely life And I can do what I
wait till they bury him six feet down I've got my pride and I've got my will I ain't fucking around I was born to lose but I'm built for booze Can't wait
a Rocket, she was made to burn I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed I cried when that wrecker came As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing (sounded
the deal? We must conceal, take a spin on life's wheel [Remedy] I'm on the lane with a package of raw 'cane And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying
they get feet, they get dangerous. I'm talking about real dangerous. I ain't talking about sitting under the water waiting for you. I'm talking about
song Drunk on L.A. Doga beach I hope they'll be back And take me from this place So I tune my balalaika Waiting for that day But when I start to play
time For that goddamn man Cant wait till they bury him, six feet down I?ve got my pride and I?ve got my will I aint fucking around I was born to lose but Im built for
I suggest, boys stay ahead it's high tech For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing Prepare
A time of tension, racially fenced in I came off (and all the brothers blessed him) I left more than a mark, I left a dent Cause I'm a product, of the
. I'm a spit these verses cause I feel annoyed, And I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void, If I rhyme about home and got descriptive, I'd make Fifty
. I'm a spit these verses cause I feel annoyed, and I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void, if I rhyme about home and got descriptive, I'd make Fifty