: Esto iba a se una cansion instrumenta, pero yo no puedo quedarme callao yo tengo que habla y es que yo cuando nasi lo primero que dije fue "papa hay
Esto iba a se una cansion instrumenta, pero yo no puedo quedarme callao yo tengo que habla y es que yo cuando nasi lo primero que dije fue "papa hay
There's a hole in my heart My soul is bleeding I need to free my mind And see what I'm feelin' 'Cause lord knows Lord knows Tired, tired of the way
Bitch Multiply,Divide me, Then add on the remainder I push more weight then a personal trainer I get my gucci duffle bag and my hat off the shelf Im a
{{Joe Mafia}} I spark an L to a sunset meditatin Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'
(brahms/arr. by rick wakeman) Instrumental
I was down in the valley for a very long time And I never get weary yet I was down in the valley for a very long time And I never get weary yet I was
I have wondered, I have worried And I've walked a complicated line I have hungered, I have hurried
I was all up in these streets You could say I get around I was only thinking about me But I think that I not have found Found something that could make
I'm sitting on my porch watchin' the law As they ride past in their patrol car So tell me why I feel like the enemy Who's suppose to be here protecting
You've been talking for an hour And I swear to God that I can't hear a word you say So would you come to me, come to me I get caught up and the waves
Your heart's on the loose You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting eight
Of all the times you've walked away There's never been a day When you've cried so long Yet seem so strong I know this ain't your way I can't imagine what
My love is on the line My love is on the line My love is on the line My love is on the line My love is on the line My love is on the line A little late
Waiting for a hundred different things That I know you could never bring Thinking about the thousand times a day You treat me like a throw-away Every
You make my eyes run over all the time You're happy when I'm out of my mind You don't love me but you won't let me be Don't you ever get tired of hurting
Well, I'm standin' on the corner of a busy street A lookin' for your face in ever crowd I meet Searchin' every honky tonk in this town Tryin' to find
All my life I've been so lonesome If happiness came, I missed the call All my dreams have died and vanished And now, I'm so tired of it all In life and