Grim faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets
Red light, black lace It's gonna blow up right in your face You take the heat, you pay the price Keep on fingering the merchandise Squeeze slow, steady
Churchillian legs, hair barely there The harsh truth of the camera eye Your eyes signal pain, because of the strain of smiling The harsh truth of the
In the summer sun of 1962 The prettiest eyes were closing From every picture that I ever knew It never looked like you were posing Norma, smile for the
Listen, listen This is the mark I cannot place This is the wish I dare not leave Time uncovers what is keeping still I unaware move against my will Simon
It's always blue and black or breaking skin, well cover up girl we'll finally leave again. And you breath me in so well, in your room under the
What if you find out everyone that's in your life Is only being paid off by a TV studio And every conversation everyone's had with you Was scripted by
Before we get into this Killa Season Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
You'd better hope your only choice is to die Being watched awfully close by the camera eye The name that you use may not be yours But the time that
I see you standing out there in the hall You seem so nervous waiting for his call I focus on you I reach for the lens The shutter snaps again (Smile)
This is the distance between point A and point B The self completion meeting the goal we've exceed And it's the best thing to ever enter my life After
I can?t believe that this actually went down So foolishly I would sit aside Hoping you?d come around So I stand in my place With a strong poker face Mending
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhh Uuuuuuuuuuuuhh (coro) Mami pon la web cam (uuuh) Y ensename alguito aunque sea de lejitos Mami pon la web cam (uuuhh) Que me tienes mal
It's always blue and black or breaking skin, well cover up, girl, we'll finally leave again. And you breathe me in so well, in your room under the cover
(Instrumental)
[voice] Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [cam'ron] [verse 1] With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest
We are chance With just one life to live We romance With just one heart to give We are torn We gather on the shelves We are old Our youth has
This isn?t how it was Meant to end A cold loneliness Is all that?s left What good is all you have? What good is all you have? Come back down to
