weggeballert das war damals 2001 war der Hamma ! ! ! WENN ICH DIE ZEIT ZURUCK DREHEN KANN DANN WURDE ICH EIN SCHEISS DRAN ENDERN DENN ES IST MEINE ZEIT
hier. Sag mir wann, wwwenn nicht jetzt Es ist meine Zeit (Zeit), es ist meine Zeit (Zeit) [Harris] Ich hab schon gerappt, da war ich noch garkeiner, zur Zeiten
spielst Klavier auf meinen Nerven und machst mein Leben unbequem. Ich muss Dich verlassen, muss mich von dir erholen, doch da ist nur so ein Problem: Mit dir verschwend ich meine zeit
gro?en Ziel, das jeder braucht. Nur meine Zeit, die fand ich nie. Ist sie vertan? Ist sie verraucht? Refrain Wer hat meine Zeit gefunden, Die ich irgendwie
mein Sound folgt fur Gansehaut weil meine Stimme jeder fuhl,kommt das ist meine Zeit das ist mein Album nr.3,meine Zeit ist reif es wurde Zeit dass ich
[Jeremih] (Sighs) Yea Go hard, today (Fabolous) The past is the past, you know Can't worry the past cause that ye-sterday (Fabulous) It's a new day bro
Looking back at the beginning of this And how life was Just you and me and love and all of our friends Living life like an ocean But now the current'
Now I've had the time of my life No I never felt like this before Yes I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my
Won't somebody tell me Just what's going on Won't somebody hear me I can't do right for wrong Won't somebody help me I feel I've come undone There's something
When you're alone Can't find your way out of the maze Life is ablaze And you're right there in the flames Is this pain? Are we sane? And who has established
Gather round girls you I grew up with my old friends that I used scuff with Need you round me at this time You've all had your turn to cry and old friends
Red sun settin' on the road behind her A hundred miles out of her hometown Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone Listens to it, rattle on down Voice
I was late for work, had to pull to the side While a funeral train of cars drove by with their lights on It was just my luck, it went on and on for miles
It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,
If heartaches brought fame In loves' crazy game I'd be a legend in my time (Legend) If they gave gold statuettes For tears and regrets I'd be a legend
A postcard of apple cores on spit strained wooded floors I spent an evening getting practice looking bored And there's a leaf on the sill but it won't