Letras:
Don Williams Time On My Hands

time on my hands You on my mind, nowhere to spend all my love And I?ll be here waiting if you ever change your plans ?Cause you own this time on my hands

time on my hands You on my mind, nowhere to spend all my love And I?ll be here waiting if you ever change your plans ?Cause you own this time on my hands

?re gone my life goes on But all of the heart is out of me And I?ve got time on my hands You on my mind, nowhere to spend all my love And I?ll be here

been nine, shining With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side Hating me 'cause

The Eastside nigga, the Empire State Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse You try to insult me and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on

and said (I smell your underarms) You woke up late for work usin' the same old line Don't think I'm gonna wash my underarms this time The more

! I admire your roll Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground Grab the dice, blew on

live phat like Biggie, so I present my shit like that Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time job Had to taste the cake one time

is so succulent Taking a piece of my soul every time that I bust a nut She's like a succubus, a nymphomaniac laying me back On a filthy mattress, cum stinks on