you But I stop myself and I hang up the phone How do I stop the tears How am I supposed to deal with this How do I stop the tears Do I get over you
But I stop myself and I hang up the phone How do I stop the tears How am I supposed to deal with this How do I stop the tears Do I get over you in a
Vertaling: Air Supply. Stop die trane.
dead read bitch ass nigga In the ground written across my tomb Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom Put me in the sun and cut my air supply
this niga Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you supply you with ten bitches
if you can stop me from sayin or keep me from playin [Chorus] [X 16] [Verse 2] Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb I ain't gon' write no more, tear
