Teksty:
Four Tops The I Just Can T Get You Out Of My Mind

my empty bed, in my head I can feel you near Oh, I just can't get you out of my mind Don't you have a heart, I've served my time Oh, it just ain't right

that I rhyme I can tell that you like it Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic Your mind is weary, floating like a dove Sweating and things, like you

you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz

mayn You can have the fame, just give me the change Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline Keep in mine, you don't grind you don't shine I say that

you wasn't watchin', they'd catch your ass too You gotta go all out if you want props Or you can just kill a man and it's the same for cops Now you

the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special

on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) It's the things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) [Z-Ro] I bet

the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special

't watchin, they'd catch your ass too You gotta go all out if you want props or you can just kill a man, and it's the same for cops Now you want a little