And the rate of attrition for lovers like us Is steadily on the rise Nobody's in love this year Nobody wants to try Nobody's in love this year Not even
rate of attrition for lovers like us Is steadily on the rise Nobody's in love this year Nobody wants to try Nobody's in love this year Not even you
번역: Zevon, 워렌. 아무도 사랑 올해도.
the rate of attrition for lovers like us Is steadily on the rise Nobody's in love this year Nobody wants to try Nobody's in love this year Not even
friends You're the shit and I love that body You wanna ball, explicit, I swear you're good, I won't tell nobody You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it's
treat me like a legend, am I really this cold? I'm really too young to be feeling this old It's about time you admit it, who you kiddin'? And nobody's
me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you [Diddy] I know it's hard to love me
you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
heart beats slow And right now the tour bus is looking like a freak show And life change for us every single week so It's good but I hope this ain't
, Where she's going I swear nobody knows I need to find her before another man does I wouldn't want him to steal my love I'm just tryin to be cool, cool
still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this
four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company Duck Down's the name, rap music is
the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love
to me if you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right through This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without