shit that I'm on (Yeah) You prolly could have predicted I'm on (Yeah) My sense of judgment is a officially gone Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is
's happening All our love has gone divided All my love is unrequited All my love is unrequited All my love is unrequited All my love is unrequited
same way that IA'm leaving you, A'Cause love is mainly just memories And everyoneA's got him a few, So when IA'm gone IA'll be glad to love you. (CHORUS
When Sunny gets blue Her eyes get gray and cloudy, yea And the rain begins to fall, pitter patter, pitter patter Love is gone, so what can matter No sweet
hurry, dear The same way that I'm leaving you But love is mainly just memories And everyone's got him a few So when I'm gone I'll be glad to love
shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance
watched her try CHORUS: Don't take me for a fool 'Cos I know the world is cruel Don't say it's OK All the good has gone away And innocence it was her
huggin' Boy, if this is love then I sure love it Boy, if this is love Boy, if this is love Boy, if this is love then I sure love it
our kisses have outworn Raise the tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn And dance me to the end of love Nen ?moi vers ta beaut?avec de violon
and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love, dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you
' and huggin' Boy if this is love then i sure love it Boy if this is love Boy if this is love Boy if this is love i sure love it
When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get gray and cloudy Then the rain begins to fall, pitter-patter, pitter-patter Love is gone, so what can matter No sweet
the 40`s gone, To lick shots kill cops, To a hip-hop song. So pull them toasters Out them holsters, Pull that shirt right Off your shoulders, Pull that 9 this is
landmark The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin But Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees Things to do and see until nuttin is new
on (Yeah) You prolly could have predicted I?m on (Yeah) My sense of judgment is a officially gone Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is
and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love, dance me to the end of love Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel
When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get gray and cloudy Then the rain begins to fall Pitter, patter, pitter patter, love has gone, what can matter? No, sweet