riding so high But you'll see my face alone when you cry The tables have turned on you Look inside yourself see the real you I just want to hurt you
Перевод: Кровь за кровь. Hurt You.
You were so blind and you were riding so high But you'll see my face alone when you cry The tables have turned on you Look inside yourself see the real you
of Time" "For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for
it Leaves you baby if you Don't care for it Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love And you want
I don’t need you (don’t hurt me) You (don’t hurt me no more) That’s right, and I don’t need you, don’t want to see you You get (no love) Bitch you get
’t fight the feeling if you’re feeling the force within And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain So one more time for old time’s sake
your face That's how f–king rowdy you feel, now do you still wanna grill? If you don't wanna get the shit beat outta you, chill Cause if you doubt me you
you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I
cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I strangled you to death then I choked you
hurt your self-esteem And you get dissed too bad [yo why you diss me? ] You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit
you hurt Don't let me see you hurt I don't wanna cry again I'll never see your face again How can you say That I didn't try You know I did You see things
short of breath for you Why can't you shut You're stuff off... I'm in the front row, the front row with popcorn I get to see you see you close up And
(Shh, quiet, might piss somebody off) Like me motherfucker you’ve been at it for too long. While you feed off all those insecurities, you stand in front
kobe Was a blood spilling Smack a faggot from the village Steam boil cabbage And hurt your momma feelings Run you off the court Defeat you at your sport
drama nigga You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna nigga You get eight I'm like dime a nigga You don't battle you make songs for the chicks
enough You're wasting your time Isn't there something I could say? You don't understand You're closing me out How can we live our lives this way? You
away, Fading away. You've been worn, You've been worn, You've been warned for the last time. You've been worn, You've been worn, You've been
