so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes Goodbyes I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so tired of goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes Goodbyes I'm so tired of goodbyes, goodbyes
Vertaling: Kraker. Sick Of Goodbyes.
still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin', grand closin' God your man Hov' cracked
of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass goodbye
such a fright) Did you love? (Oh, to be forgiven) Did you try? (But it wouldn't be right) God, it feels like an honest goodbye That sick brass boy daydreaming
cut your face off and slap your skull Who's next for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run The redneck that sicked his dog on me Now
, I'm scatless (? ? ), I blow your two ears off the atless, With a gat thats bigger then godzilla back nigga, You are not will'in, in fact, your through to ya factered (? ? ), A crack
it Started my way up to where the noise and music was at Froze, I couldn't react Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin' with some nigga Mumblin
drenchin' August heat No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt The quacks over here won't patch you up Unless they see the bucks upfront Lookin' after babies from crack
wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs Goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
scandals, I blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that?s bigger then Godzilla?s back nigga You are not real and in fact your fruity effect of a crack
i lose it im scatless i'll blow your two kids off the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully infective a crack
m feelin pacified Forget about your parents They never cared a bit Leave the doctors behind you I think it's time to quit "Goodbye" Goodbye baby Bye bye honey Goodbye
Ida sings affectionately about 'THE JOY OF MOTHERHOOD' with a neighboring hen, Maureen. They exchange observations on the anguish and happiness of bearing children just as the eggs start cracking
hear em talkin creepin But I'm not sleepin My mellow I go back Way back going, going Before crack And the 8 track Still goin, gone, goodbye To the lazy
This last night on the town might be your last fun time out And you smile at things and wave goodbye More excuses, never even try as you wave goodbye
of my off brand no name high tops my people couldnt afford nike's and reeboks but you aint about to pick on me mannn. my family doing the best we can. Goodbye
connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov' cracked
