I believe I got a temper Every time you read my mind I just feel defenseless Tied up and blind Never really had this tension. Trying to restrain
Traducción: César. Sad Boy Sam.
And fourteen and you know That I'm looking the wrong way And is the past outside Or in this lovely home A strong father figure And with a, a heart of
An' nigga, I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin' It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya' boy
inside a whole disc and Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggaz visitin' It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordan of rap I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
only one thing that will do To make this heartache end To be back home again (sighs) Boy in audience (Liston Bates, spoken): He sure looks sad. Girl sitting next to boy
do ya rob? I heard you're sellin' drugs Big man? But just understand Uncle Sam know the scam You'll end up in the can Singin' a sad song 'cuz you did
(kinky friedman, van dyke parks) An l.a. coke-dealer, a georgia faith-healer A boy scout and a junked-out joan of arc And they've all come together through
good, be my body - I put my lies in you! Do you remember when your daddy felt quite mad 'coz he didnt understand why you felt so sad; Father: My boy,
and sometimes it's me, Lord I never wanted to be a Thugfather I only wanted to be a son of a father That's how it sounds, it's sad Worse than the war
from your home town makes you sad You read it when the warden's had a second laugh He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy See the
at Texarkana Yes, boys then keep on through That Flyin' Crow, whistle Sounds so lonesome and sad That Flyin' Crow, whistle Sounds so lonesome and sad
in a Vanquish not a Jag boy why u mad boy, cause u ketch cabs boy And u gettin paid less paper den my bag boy Yous a hater dats sad boy Cause your mom
letter from your home town makes you sad You read it when the warden's had a second laugh He said, "Sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy
your home town makes you sad You read it when the wardens had a second laugh He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy See the years
and fourteen and you know that I'm looking the wrong way and is the past outside or in this lovely home a strong father figure and with a, a heart of
screaming fits When the governer strikes up the band and gags our parted lips When the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling, ready for the ball Boy
, when the governor strikes up the band and gags our parted lips, when the worst case shows are dressed and dazzling ready for the ball, oh woah. boy,
