Life is too short to store our grudges Life is too long to make no plans, plans I'm counting up time that I ain't using (1,2,3,4...) I need a good use for all these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines And lines, and lines, and lines, and lines...
I keep on scribbling In the spare room I'm living in Body's here but I'm living in Why do I keep wasting time
I keep on writing, writing But them folk ain't biting, biting Maybe the bait ain't juicy enough So I'm switching, chucking spice in, add some flavor, Up the heat, silly rhymes and three-time beats, yeah
But that ain't me - nah, nah, nah It just ain't me So like me or lie me These are the words that just be true Sending them out with love and faithfully, Hopefully, they'll mean something to me cause...
Life is too short to store our grudges Life is too long to make no plans, plans I'm counting up time that I ain't using (1,2,3,4...) I need a good use for all these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines And lines, and lines, and lines, and lines...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
