work it out, You know that I tried. I feel like sometimes we're just wasting time. Why did we rely on the time when I- I- The time when I said I
work it out, You know that I?ve tried. I feel like sometimes, We?re just wasting time. Why did we rely on? The time when I, I, The time when I said
Fordítás: Open Hand. Time To Talk.
wanna work it out, You know that I?ve tried. I feel like sometimes, We?re just wasting time. Why did we rely on? The time when I, I, The time when I said
got whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up
grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask
of got you open, no doubt When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door Hand on your strap
didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back
who talk junk Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs Wanna see your dome bust sucker 'cause I don't care Nuttin' 'bout you, your crew, because you talk
't get her But guess what, I keep that bitch broke in and fucked Let her browse through the Prada store to open her up I bought her Aldo shoes, just to open
chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic Keep your ears open
solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds Remaining calm under each arms my children Daddy's in a better place entering golden doors (Talk
I big up my chest God put his hands on me, you could see that I'm blessed And I'm grateful [Big Tigger] AIGHT! It's time to go But I thank y'all for
work construction I gotta take care of my son I got one in the oven on the way rents late, two months cause my land lord talks too much hands full of
'all don't want that extra clip I'm from Miami, man, pretty some y'all understand Understand I'm the man, move them thangs hand to hand I open shop,
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
go, I'll hold your love inside And I told her, look baby Even if he was living And you could hold him in your hands You'd still have to open up one of
