I talk, I talk too much I never open up To what You need to say My words get in the way I search for stillness But worry kills it I need to clear my
I've got this passion It's something I can't describe It's so electric It's like I've just come alive I feel this freedom Now that my past is erased
I always thought I had it figured out No need for the benefit of the doubt I could never look beyond what I could see I was in control and it was all
Seven days old in the ICU tonight Little baby boy, they don't wanna have to say goodbye Your mother's on the phone, your father's in the hall Praying
How many words are there to say? But I still can't find a way To tell You how You've captured me And turned it all around I want to write it down I need
Feeling solid 'cause I have finally Got my feet on the ground now You rescued me with gravity I was upside down, down I've got a fire in my eyes I'm
She makes me want to scream She makes me want to shout her name She makes me want to cry Cause I know she feels the same for me It's plain to see She
[Chorus:] Dough is what I got, lil mama Dough is what I got, pretty lady Dough is what I got, shortie Dough is what I got, baby C'mon, I'm paid [x4] [
Es otra noche mas De caminar Es otro fin de mes Oh si Sin novedad Mis amigos se quedaron Igual que tu Este ano se les a acabado Los juegos, los 12 juegos
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips Own chips own crib and I don't need this shit here You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
Well.... (Are we recording?) Enlightening charmer sent from where A Casanova, lovely glare And I was chosen I was there The wells get deeper More unfolds
I was her, she was me We were one, we were free And if there's somebody calling me on, she's the one If there's somebody calling me on, she's the one
I walk into obsession Makes the world go 'round We're made up by the people we surround (So) We live in times with shit we don't need Well maybe (It's
Poorman, he just want a little Richman, wanna little bit more Superman, he looking for Lois Salesman, try to sell you his soul Fatman, he's ordering seconds
I'm not the one, that you'll be shootin' for I'm not the one, who's coming back for more (You know why) We've been through this to many times (You know
No mountain's too high for you to climb All you have to do is have some kind of faith, oh, yeah No river's too wide to make it across All you have to
Der Hefeteig ist viel zu matschig Das Mehl ist alle, was für'n Mist Ich glaub der Teig ist nicht so wichtig Der Belag ist das, was wichtig ist Ich
Is it so hard to understand? You got left behind 'cause you wanted to do something with your life You wanted something where mediocrity would not