think we'd need to have Another damn conversation about it Didn't think we'd need to have Another damn conversation about it Didn't think we'd need to have Another damn conversation
Prevod: Get Up Kids. Pogovor.
of the space in this small world There's room in my life for you, girl Though we had a lot of words to say Didn't think we'd need to have another damn conversation
as you can see (You got the check though?) I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though
I wake up, I feel brand new I live for you and I'll die for you too I love you girl I've been thinkin', times is hard 'Fore it get worse and it fall
answers all away I painted my suitcase red for the reading Which only ended in conversation break All I want, genetic telephonic pills Until the Spanish kids
Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face I had to put him in his place, this kids
summer like we own the heat Singing 'Everybody wake up it's time to get down' (Wake up everybody, everybody wake up it's time to get down) And when
what the fuck was she on? I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion (yeah) I Spinks on a ho like Leon And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away Instead
doggin' me bad It was my fault you know I couldn't even get mad I had to grab the pen and pad and get right back Write some more poems to ya ass and get
up, having kids and paying rent and all getting cars of their own (Chorus) Gonna ride my bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home Gonna
it don't take no Sherlock Holmes To see it's a little different around here Don't get me wrong, oh there's boys in bands And kids who like to scrap
only wurrds I done hurrd, in the last yurr That wasn't low or get the fuck away from hurr" How could somethin' so simple as general conversation Mean much more than general conversation
rocks parkin' lot You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not, 'cuz I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I speak to Maxine? Maxine: Yeah this is me what's up? Denaun: What up? Maxine: Who dis? Denaun: Denaun Maxine: Yeah what's up? Denaun: What are
that they love you just to get up in them drawers knowing all the right things to say i let you hit it raw, muthafucka! now i'm pregnant, you don't wanna get
make a offer To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White kids wishin they black kids
