Always on my mind all the time Chorus: You got me thinkin everyday (your always) on my mind All the time You got me thinkin everyday (your always)
Перевод: До наступления темноты. Always On My Mind.
Don't know What I was looking for when I went home I found me alone Sometimes I need someone to say, you'll be alright What's on your mind? But
funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my
all seem to keep down There, while exploring dimensions There is more, only everything Dream! As bright or dark, as warm or hard the mind is set on
! You've seen it all and all you have seen You can always review on your own little screen The light and the dark, the big and the small Just keep in mind
always on my mind and in my heart and Lean on Sheena [x2] Lean on Sheena she leans on me a lot hold on, hold on, hold on to what you've got
Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
still gon' rhyme Throw my watch on the ground so I'll appear on time Why would I handcuff her? Nah, I don't really have to She dark, probably see her on my
we'll be okay, someday," Now the names have been changed, but the story's true, My family was locked up back in '42, My family was there it was dark
no chronic I'm 'bout to fucking vomit, aye you want it free on me and then fine but Not on my time punk, you gotta be out your mind I'm bringin' all the
Cheapshot's always outta control, uh! Vin Skully, gettin' outta control You know my man double-O gettin' outta control, uh! Lexicon, always outta control, yeah! 4-Zone's always
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
hoping one would stick And said she robbed places that didn't exist In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark
racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the night before Came again infernal tapping on the door, in my mind
Don't know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone And sometimes I need someone to say "You'll be all right, what's on your mind?" But
hands on me Pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before
