know you really hurt me so I need you and I won't let go Can't get away, babe Can't get along, mama Can't get away, babe Though you hurt me so Ooh ooh
번역: 잭슨 5. 상처.
turned on in my mama's name This ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage, You ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge 9 to 5 Still
with the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5 You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be You can get ill, but don't, HURT ME, HURT ME Or urk me, cause see
Now get the ball loose, kick the boot an drop the verse, 64, 5 I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla but it's hard not to hurt Now I'm a No Limit soldier,
When did the civilians decide to be a thug? Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic Jackson 5
your love from me Oh girl What can I say to make you stay Baby, don't leave me You've been so kind It blows my mind to know Oh girl, I really hurt you
, 1st impression is everythang And sense im the main attraction ''What the fuck I look like walkin up outta the house dress'in like micheal jackson
you got a big butt) And you wearin your nice dress('cause i was gonna say) (you wasn't gonna say shit) (excuse me?) He said Michael Jackson jus got another
the make a friend a stranger Spin me changer Me record changer [DADDY X] Ooh, Ah, Achika Pakelika's sparked the blunt in the back of the car We rollin 5
down with the B-boys, fuck the Jackson 5 You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, hurt me Or urk me 'cuz see
Artist:] I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when u see ur friends turn their
come home with me now. Girl, I want your body. You know I love your body. Girl, I need your body. Why don't you come home. Never thought that I would hurt
DON'T MAKE ME CRY, CRY, CRY DON'T SAY GOODBYE AGAIN, DON'T SAY GOODBYE AGAIN DON'T MAKE ME CRY, CRY, CRY AGAIN (AGAIN, AGAIN) (2ND CHORUS) THE MORE I TRY THE MORE YOU HURT
undercover Now I can't convince this girl there ain't no other Someone's evil to hurt my soul Every smile's a trial but it begun To hurt me (This is
everyone else they see If N' I Was God I'd fix it so, without explaining Folks would know, they'd know What's going on inside Of everyone else like me Nobody hurt
It's getting late Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give me peace Give me sweet, sweet peace So I can do my thing I don't want no wars to hurt me 'Cause hurt
since a nigga first signed Now I'm a free agent and I'm thinking it's time To build my very own Motown 'Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts
