Prevod: Sting. En dan bom Ona \u200b\u200bMe Love.
pray for a miracle, miracle That one day she'll love me One day she'll say I care Although he's changing day by day He finds these tender words of love
she'd never love mew&d If she knew the truth Is it asking too much If I pray for a miracle, miracle That one day she'll love me One day she'll say I
hoe She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" Yeast infection, queen, she love dick Shivlered up tits, she'll
nasty) but if now if this supposed to be heaven for me, then just give me my own hell back so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me
I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock all the way back I wonder if she'll take me back I'
just wanna be down, So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me, You wanna be me son, I'm the one and only, but you, Wanna be me, you suckers
But girls still rub They trynna take me home Wanna be my cuddy buddy So I got a day and night Like Kid Cudi I swear she wanna love me She wanna fuck me
When I was banging they ho up I was like, yeah, yeah, you thought she was in love with you And I tried to tell you that she wasn't in love with you and
" I couldn't save her, I know she will die But please, if I could only tell her goodbye All I want is just one more day that morning in May... I've
." I couldn't save her; I know she will die. But please, if I could only Tell her goodbye. All I want is just one more day. That morning in May... I
Don't wanna remember When I was alive Watch me watch me Paint this picture Stretchin Hurtin Cursin Watch me Takin it Takin it Takin it Takin it.... Watch me. Watch me
wanna be down So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
in one year that I let leave here, lovin' me, without shedding one single tear. Either I'm one of the strongest people left or ya'll should stone me
brave She caters to the melancholy every single day And babbles like a drunk old man unloading all his pain I'll lock myself in Ketchum's stare, I'll
pleasure They call me Gab and I rap And I do my thing and swing it bring it in my habitat Where my vocals stinging even linger in the back of your neck
