Waiting here watching VH1 Counting Crows is playing "Round Here" And I'm not having fun Because you're not here with me three more years- six more days
Prijevod: Nema Motiv. Čeka Hurt.
island Took the whip to the other side of Jamaica Seen how he was livin', said "I gotta get my weight up" Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated
Dirty Money So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
, you let him do that you let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that right, now you see it on care, now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to
(lynch): Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous
motive 4 murder I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These motherfuckers try to murder me And won't nobody hurt
change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is When will we ever learn? A wait, a wait
CHORUS So while we're waiting (waiting) waiting on the world to change, We keep on waiting (Waiting)waiting on the world to change It's not that we
No question, we keep the truck on Hoes, now get your fuck on Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just
that with a straight face And she placed keep sakes Inside her suitcase "Everything you say is a lie" He said that with a smirk Fully aware that it'll hurt
tape on, open up, n face forward 'cause' when we land, anywhere near the mic stand It can reason with the meaning of your lifespan Motivation you've been waiting
the man. Ay, You aint never seen them pies im talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your
now ya caught in a maze in amazement off haze in ya basement ya babies are screamin all late and you hate it you wait and you wait but you aint doin
cats that you hang with, and do your thang with Could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt
true moneys the route of all evil cause crooked or legal its all manipulated by the eagle and be my motive for murder [CHORUS] [Twista] lord knows I was hurt
I see it every day As children play There's a future, watching, waiting No-one can deny The reasons why We are hurting Much more than believing You're
