Don't be sad I just wannna see you get through All I have It's yours if you think it helps you Good or bad There's no one can really judge you You just
Tercüme: Trafik. Sad Kalmayın.
(Mason) Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, it's yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge
(Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don't feel like it (No!) It's been a bad, bad day but who gives a shit (Huh?) I could be sad all day but I don't
'94 Lexus, Rolexes, I sold it all Now I can't afford breakfast, I lost everything I worked to be Never thought I'd be a trick, payin' ho's to serve me
got old enough to stutter he said "I don?t listen but I-I-I can hear" The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the milk pond's sad lament It?s a requiem of moments
sec, be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck Opening business in places for you to cash your check My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain
' We can't stay here forever We all gotta go to a place we believe is better So why be sad, why be mad Now you can see it ain't about the cheddar It'
Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood But won't be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad
boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised
, sin your last sin Sing your last song about the beginnin' Sing it out loud so the people can hear Let's go Be still this sad day, be still this sad
the shelf take a deep breath spend time with yourself say hi, introduce you to you if you couldn't lose then what would you do? whoopdedoo if you don't
the others Wives, husbands, mothers Fathers, sisters and brothers (tell 'em go home) Don't you wish you didn't function Don't you wish you didn't think
ahead sunshine I could be your sunshine, I could be your sunshine girl I could be your sunshine, I could be your sunshine I could be your sunshine girl, I could be
just ride for hours Makin' sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard's Hawaii to D.C., there's plenty women to see So if your ass don't show up it's
the front door Oh baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bow breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmatic
the front door Baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bough breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmetic
Parked down in Cancun Yeah, I look forward to lookin' back with you Oh, and if our Maker comes and takes me And leaves you here alone Don't be sad because
