my mind I still have my fears I live my life with her Love her true, she knows I'm sure I make her happy just living so plain Back of my mind I'm 'fraid
world to which a man can cling So happy times when I break out in tears In the back of my mind I still have my fears I live my life with her Love her
Prijevod: Beach Boys \u0026amp; Fat Boys. U Back Of My Mind.
back of my mind I still have my fears I live my life with her Love her true she knows I'm sure I make her happy just living so plain In the back of
A world to which a man can cling So happy times when I break out in tears In the back of my mind I still have my fears I live my life with her Love her
world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got my) Chorus: One love (
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at? South Beach
strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta
-five percent Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways Cop says okay, my tint smoke gray No way, people leave without handin' me my chips Got plans to get my land and my
in the real world, like at the beach I see you at the beach bitch, wearing your thong bikini You one of those bitch beaches, your one of them beaches
be back home Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Honey, disconnect the phone I'm back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US, back
' on beef, you better Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (What my gangster said) Bustaclip, bustaclip (What my
'm the dude responsible Say, I can be in the hood sippin' yacht with my boys At the keg parties with the white boys At the beach with the surfers in
behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout And Georgia's always on my my my mind Oh, I'm back in the U.S.S.R You don't know how lucky you are boys Back
