(D.Gutter) looking out my window I see all i need though clouds may threaten rainy days the whistle of the wind, and the whisper of the breeze I see blue
looking out my window, I see all I need Though clouds may threaten rainy days The whisper of the wind, the whistle of the breeze I see blue sky far away
Перевод: Сельский Overtones. Fake лица.
going to end as your lies crumble down a new life she has. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. Face down
s going to end as your lies crumble down a new life she has. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. Face
understand she upset, She wants to kick and slap, But true say I'm from the slum, I would never stand for that, Fake underneath the bridge with that fake
near by future Wen I wana nuva ride Gt da whole country shoutin NANA NI Jus bcz u gt 1 tune on da scrn , Y u goin round west wiff Shades on ure face n fake
I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out Make him small fast Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass But ya' wait, get a bat face
thank you for staying, april Imma make you learn to appreciate me, differenciate me, From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake g's, Skip over the huggy bear, and all the kissy face
day that happens the world'll stop spinning And Michael J. Fox'll come to a stand still During an earthquake, urine in your face Cause you're fake, ahh
my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face
things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too
A stomped your man so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face
smith was still the fresh prince And him and jeff were still best friends, I guess then I decided to cut class to rap full time And get the fuck outta the fake
Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellant, better
life from me Throwing everything that you've got It's like you're kidding me A person grown like yourself It's like you've soiled your face Everything
so much, potential Youngster, let me got your mental Into a place, with the sourness of pain you'll never taste By God's grace you were born with that face
