Prevod: Born Lyrics. Over You.
over and over and over and over and over againnn I do it over and over and over and over and over againnn I don't, know who, I am, anymore, anymore,
you're settled down, That you found a girl and you're married now, I heard that your dreams came true, Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
you and I You and I, You you and I, You you and I, You you and I, You and I You you and I Oh yeah I'd rather die, without you and I (Come on
I love you. You and I, You you and I Baby I'd rather die Without you and I. You and I, You you and I Nebraska I'd rather die Without you and
Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to f**k Untwist and bend her up, you know the
push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black is kinda like being born
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
a Jubilee call me the X-man [Verse - Short Dawg] Chilling with my possi Bout to calls some ladies over Tell em this is YME so when you come you cant leave sober You
we do it when we see it you can put that on my hood: YM/CMB Livin' legend livin' good Marble on the wood Spendin' how you feel nigga nothin' when your
Scott Van Zen) [Verse] Hey you standing over there Come inside, and outside Sit back, you're going for a ride And do you know? And do you care? You never
when they come for you?(When they come for you?) Why did you have to act so mean? Don't you know you're a human being? Born of a mother with the love
the world go round so if you ever have the time and you want to go drink some wine I'd rather greet you with a smile than greet you with a frown. . .
trick that the gods love to play You say you want one thing they take it away Bu action I've found is a seven letter word Pretend you want a shoebox And find you
all You go to sleep you wake up you do it again And there's a beat you make up inside of your head And every street's a river
not save. The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
Gm C Gm C He was born in the belly of the country, over East of Eden, yeah.
