ready to go. Too much, too young. I won't do time when I've just begun Too much, too young. What about love, what of songs unsung? Too much too young
번역: 작은 천사. 너무 많이 너무 어려요.
on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing
, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too far to f-ck it up now Text from my mom said "me and your grandma proud" I'm way too deep in the game
Go rimbaud, go rimbaud, And go johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place
looks as though I'm havin' too much fun You're as young as you feel from the inside Inside and out you're always on the run Angels with dirty faces A little
one living here, please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone. One! (Styles): I just wanted to speak to him.... I got too much words
I'm not the only one living here Please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone, one I just wanted to speak to him, I got too much words
Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel
in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and sell love to another man It's too cold outside, for angels to fly. (Verse 2 - Mikill Pane) Little lady
was trying to stress was that The money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail A young motherfucker to jail Would be less to send his or her young
scream when you don't listen closely Switchblade amaze young gun brooklyn blood transplant Immature menendez fashion Crystal method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive Where mc's got little
hear me son? I mean ya daughter was barely one Too young to understand she'll never see you again Little Ariel at daddy burial Unaware of how much daddy
now Little children ones we thought of The whole world wants to be a part of A little ghetto things, a little ghetto things Ay yo, little children
wallet I've got here? He must have dropped it after too much beer! Mother: Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked.
and moms not sleeping I'm not bitter or mad, I'm just missing a dad Sitting here thinking, praying wishing you back These feeling are wack, almost too much
's my name. he said, Laura, would you like to play a game. Too young to know and understand the reason why this Little Angel had to live with so much
and arise, and see someone I used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise." I am awake in the sound of roses and a young
