To the full extent of the meaning I will try to give my all And all the earth is singing with life's sweet hum And they label it art
Never abuse it, cuz it's that music
He would spend all his money on a Friday night,
You can't put your money down
I donÔÇÖt want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
I've grown a little weary of this old town
Talkin about I owe you, bitch you owe me
Who talk of love
An old ragged high school yearbook
Trying to get over
Eu j+í pensei em mandar tudo pro espa+žo
I wanted to know if you were serious, not tryin to lead me
S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide
(Dre) To the rapmobile...Let's go
(note: Sorry... but I couldn't make more of it)
o que voc+¬ n+úo pode eu n+úo vou te pedir
Your disregard for the way I feel
On n'a rien a perdre
This pain is real
On the sweet unfolding
you leave me lonely