to keep me singing my songs Keep me singing my songs on the other side of the radio On the other side of the radio, on the other side of the radio On the other
Here I am on the other side of the radio Wondering why I?m here and why anybody cares what I say No, I?m not a better man ?cause I?m singing my songs
Fordítás: Rice, Chris. The Other Side Of Radio.
I was thinking the other day, what if cartoons got saved? They would start singing praise, in a whole new way. Yeah, I was thinking the other day, what
What am I gonna be when I grow up? How am I gonna make my mark in history? And what are they gonna write about me when I'm gone? These are the questions
let the good Lord sort this all out when we are all at home Pardon my dust, excuse my mess help me believe there's gonna be something beautiful on the other
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto [Verse Three: Young Chris] You wanna shit on
doin The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto [Verse Three: Young Chris] You wanna
only cop black shine in the hood This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto [Verse Three: Young Chris] You wanna shit on? I'm on your
