Non finira, non devi dirlo mai e stato bello e adesso non lo e piu Non finira, puoi dirlo solo tu son cose che io non ricordo piu Vorrei per te un mondo
trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess who'll cry come first of May. The apple tree that
Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess who'll cry come first of May. The apple
Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry, come first of May. The apple
and Christmas trees are small And you don't ask the time of day But you and I, our love will never die But guess we'll cry come first of May The apple
**ked up bad. We're bad, bad, bad, bad! You may be transgendered but I still love you. A transgendered alien. So mpossible. No, alien birth. I met you. Love at first
A million miles away Your signal in the distance To whom it may concern I think I lost my way Getting good at starting over Every time that I return
on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard, I'mma ball on them squares, I flow Quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may
First name greatest Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name
And you're the one for me? What if? If you are the one Then us meeting here is fate Future with a dog named Red Buy a house with a fireplace This is the first
may, But I can't seem to get you off my mind, They say come what may, But I can't let you fall for every line They say come what may, But I can't
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their
give you half of nothing Or give it all then I give you more I'm no decorator but the writing's on the wall Went to summer fall, April, May and June You
you half of nothing Or give it all, then I'd give you more I'm no decorator but the writing's on the wall Winter, Summer, Fall; April, May, and June
might think you've peeked the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It may
Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the
my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new attitude, no trust Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust It may be you There's gonna be
to find the player that was right for you, Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues The first