и рада,и не рада, Я совсем еще дитя. Слишком близко так нельзя. Ты смотришь на меня так голодно,голодно. Перед тобой я словно голая,голая. И то мне
The least wishes are orders, Born raised and corned, was kept fed and watered, They tied me to the radiator kicked around and locked down Left in the
I watch the sun go down as I feel the coldness crawling unto me i'm sitting huddled up trying to figure out the meaning of existence yet I have found
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch! Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit Nah, Biggie wrote
Verse 1 Under my skin, (I feel it) Reaching my soul, (I cant resist) My safe illusion, (Of control) Slowly fading, (You already know) The dance were dancing
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck,
Chorus x1 (Lynch) I run through ho's like pounds of weed sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50) and all these years i cant believe somebody put they
Do your thang Shawty, Do what you wanna do, You can dance like this, Nobody lookin at you, (Let's Go, Let's Go) I feel like i can fly high as a kite
(verse 1) This morning everything was quiet, staring at the ceiling I knew i had bein lying, cuz i let my ego, keep me away first you kept it to yourself
I went to the live nude cabaret To see what I could see And I saw the ladies dancing And I guess that they saw me And neither did I vanquish Or surrender
Try to get some rest Count backward from ten You've gone too long without sleep I know you won't rest stressed, so give up, just give up And don't say
Let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation From every drinks glass drips condensation She's got her jacket on her back We put our last drinks
Tu sentada en una silla yo de pie con expresion de lord tu desnuda y con sombrilla yo vestido pero con calor. Tu con unas y con dientes mirandome
The silence is unusually loud tonight The strange sound of nothing fills my ears Then night rushes in like a crowd of nights And the ghost of our old
I'm sorry but you've come to the wrong house But I know who those flowers are for The flowers that you have are for someone who's happy And happiness
I still have a flame gun For the cute, cute, cute ones And I saw your hand With a loose grip on a tight ship I still have a flame gun For the cute ones
From the Albums: * The naked truth * Last blast of the century Here comes the night A veil over the light In the distance some shadows of the clouds
From the Albums: * The naked truth * Last blast of the century Silver like a fish slappin' on my tongue Speak to me the way you do Hide me all summer
