(I think we owe it to ourselves to be free, to go out with other people, I still want to be friends) So long to you so long to me goodbye to everything
译文: 没有Motiv. 朋友.
documented, all of my time is occupied I'm gon' grind and I'm gon' shine, ballin' 'til the end of time Hate on me and it's all fine, you just ain't no friend
Nigga, quit being so goddamn selfish Put it in ya pelvis Let it work, gyrate, motivate I'll call before I come, I won't just pop over, out the blue I
I've seen money come between my best friend and me I've seen old friend become new enemies I've been through a couple of litigations I've been through
I swore I'd never let her go Tell me what you wanna know Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on There ain't no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of
lock in hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion,
were hidden motives You're just a curse, another lie, another waste of my time Until you go away, go away then You only see me inside of this skin Conventional friend
And he got a twisted alterier motive And he just wanna see you do bad See a smile on your face all day So he just acting like your friend when he is
started off, we were two peas in the pod Motivated by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this love thang Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends
with the public to bussin, fighting feeling like im lied too i tried to be with you for life too but you slide to the left to chill with your male friends
out there needs a real man? And who's gonna ride or die with me? Who's gonna give B2K what they need? I need a thick with big hips that's just my motivation
go, it's them ghetto superstars The latest throwback and them ones on my feet Get out the Benz and then I'm off up in the jeep Take your friend with
it comes, millennia And everybody's talkin' about Jerusalem Is this the beginning or beginning of the end? Well, I've got other thoughts, my friends
they were And there wasn't any reason or motive, or value, to his story Just allegory, imitation glory and a desperate feeble search for a friend Come
off Super ballin is a product of a hard knock life No more Ramen noddles bread, no more struggle and strife From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer Motivated
make our motive moves I say what ever I feel to vent a rhyme so i can still invent the lines and stay close to the friends of mine cos we all recognise
