not gonna let you hurt me, no more, no more I'm not gonna let you hurt me, no more, no more I'm not gonna let you hurt me, no more, no more I'm not gonna
Превод: Идеален. No More.
it's over I have been told about longing a feeling so old. it's dead. I must have been misled so stay be my side. I'm sorry. I'm drawing myself the ideal
more, no more Im not gonna let you hurt me no more, no more Im not gonna let you hurt me no more, no more Im not gonna let you hurt me no more, no more
B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith Verse 1 You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell. an interesting ideal
hey Hey Hey! Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more
hey Hey Hey! Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more [Pink
, slower and more calculated No chance of escape, now self-employed Concerned but powerless An empowered and informed member of society Pragmatism, not idealism
I gave to you more than I owned And my share was still unknown I don't want to replay the show Wanna let it go You know that our love's been dying We
Ya'll knew who to break When I put up to da club at 11 in my quarter to eight Shutta! They all wanted to break because more beats the purseor the shoes
em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos
Tow the line Tow the line Wake up, your time is nearly over No more the supernova No action guaranteed Wake up you've had an operation Ideals above
you, the first look was like magic Yeah, there's the way that it is and the way that it feels There's the distance between the ideal and the bills Yet
gonna mean vasectomy And when the liquor pours Set the table, get the door Wrestle naked, hit the floor But I don't seek that shit no more It's different
My ultimate We'd provide forums We'd all speak out We'd all be heard We'd all feel seen We'd rise post-obstacle, more defined, more grateful We would
sky See the world through the eyes of a real nigga Look into my eyes You can tell I'm a rider More shows more clothes More hoes more dough And no foes
I used to search for the ideal girl The perfect little prettiness I used to search for the ideal world But frankly think it don't exist So many times
skin is brown And Mama smoothed my worried brow, as I leaned on the kitchen door "Why do you carry the weight", she said "Of the world and maybe more
