Tercüme: Sezen Aksu. Ikinci Bahar.
Oh oh oh yeah Babe Last time I thought we had this talk Boy you were getting ready to leave I thought that baby you were done Cause for a while you
Why should be just a memory It's like a bell that keeps on ringing, calling me But I believe what I can see And I can feel the warmth of love surrounding
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith Verse 1 Just a second of your time is all I need to make you mine I can feel
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
Convict, yeah Shady, Convict music Guess who's back? Still we're here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna
How many times will the clock go around? How many times can my hands hit the ground? How many coffins before there's a crown? How far will I fall 'til
Love is lovelier The second time around Just as wonderful With both feet on the ground It's that second time you hear Your love song sung Makes you think
Fated Don't you know that life means nothing to you and nothing to me i go away and i see your face and your hands on the wall and your hands in the ground
She was saying all the right things She was like a fashion show from head to toe Something came over me, something I couldn't see I said that four letter
See my body, it's nothing to get hung about I'm nobody except genetic runaround Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back Bad religion, a cabal, that
Heard a word, suicide Not from one, but from thousands that tried The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat One thing in common, they all wanted out And
[Incomprehensible] threaten your freedom We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em We're all just slaves for the troop commanders
I can't believe I got a second chance at love I can't believe I got a second chance at love I can't believe I got a second chance at love I can't believe
(From hard times) All of my life, got this lady on my mind (To good times) All of my days, wanna hit it all the time (She's fine) Struggle and strife,
[the game] L.A.X niggas... yeahhh... Y'all know who the fuck I am... I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear, Disappear in thin air, there go Game
My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a
Un momento en un agenda, una decima de segundo mas. Vuela, va saltando de hoja en hoja mil millones de instantes de que hablar. Una rafaga de aire frio
