scratch the pane I don't want to fall in love again My heart is in your hands A prince in these love lands Something must be done About my state of heart
Перевод: Mary Black. State Of Heart.
On go 'head, Blaze A Pound Of That Bullshit We Both On take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course i'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black
600 horses 911, somebody call'em Kemba Walker crossem over, somebody fallin Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody ballin I'm at the dealer and I hear that Maserati callin Black
in the trunk Unidentified because he's known as a chump I hear him keep talking junk in my ear But nobody else can hear I look around and I'm feeling
a concert singin' with EMINEM and New Shady And I tell them that Mary Beth's the person I wished was my lady And then I look up and see you Mary Beth
hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run on sentence, I'm the best period He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing
on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped
that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on
hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and... Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in port authority halls In the tunnel of machines they'll hear
the wrong state of the mind Is a sign of the time? You was quick like Cower Marie Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth I'll drink you like a bloody Mary
bring it back Like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka Hotter than a black pepper now that I am
open the door And there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen -the spread eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked
Get up or get out, get down or lay low (Let the sunshine) Standin' in the shadow of a fabulous man Brooklyn nigga, I am, Black Dante (Let the sunshine in) That nigga, that dude, black
Dixie is a scourge and a scar And a girl in my heart and a state of mind Jesus is the man with a plan He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine This
the top of the stairs in a dazzling diamente evening gown with long black gloves and bird of paradise feathers in her hair. SHE begins a stately descent