What, what just keep me laced up. Vanilla Tracy seasons Bacardi, I slip this Rah he. Us go round the Doe'shae, Garbana sippin' pure zae. With the ill, na, na and then we around.
There's more to love than making love baby. There's more to love than making love to you. There's more to dreams than dreaming and baby I'm not dreaming.
I've been wondering,. try to figger out,. why you still love him,. he don't love you.. . Thinking all the times,. that you took him back,. always thinking of him,.