'm so wound up on you I'm so wound up on you I'm so wound up on you And I'm easy When you need me Easy When you need me Took me long enough to get over
Oversættelse: Cars. Wound Up On You.
you need someone you'll pretend it was just for fun i'm so wound up on you i'm so wound up on you i'm so wound up on you and i'm easy when you need me
E R Hustler Yo man you know what I'm sayin'? You got it goin' on my man, I like how it's goin' down You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels Look
a trio When I work that lumber a huh yeah she know I beat that pussy up (beat it up)like deebo Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me tho I see it in
Up On Em So When They Act Phony We Just Switch Up On Em [Swizz beatz] He's Phony She's Fake Thats The Type of People i Hate If Your Real and You Know
talk about some cars Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds I can't show you I covered 'em
center stage but it feels bizarre Despite new cars and caviar An overnight success created by the press But they'll eat you up if you show them any stress So I lick my wounds
stage but it feels bizarre Despite new cars and caviar An overnight success created by the press But they'll eat you up if you show them any stress So I lick my wounds
's hell, ain't no escapin' the trips They gotta gun, good You'a need it in the land of the trench Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up Every man for theyself Unless you
you pussies like group sex You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on
't take you backstage Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks That's why you
Do you hurt yourself, when you know I love you AH STOP ME! Why, tell me why Do you hurt yourself, when you know I love you AH STOP ME! [Anybody Killa:] Do you
are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns But babe, you know, I still look out for you The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
pop shit on wackstas 'Cause I aint scared of no motherfuckas' I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass you Have you standing still like a statue one mother fucker Before my squad catch you
toast to the east coast, the stage is us Throw it up for the niggas, that could, hold it up Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up The streets need
me what you see," said he. "Is the engine black or red, son? That's the loudest thing I've ever seen." Then he picked his guitar up and sat on the fender
not asking anymore I guess he'd probably know you If you walked back in the door Calling out to the empty night Watching as the snowflakes Come dancing round the light Dancing up
