you're only a kid at heart (I know you're only a kid at heart) I know you're only a kid at heart Started out as a bedtime story Turned into a fight
Перевод: Америка. Только Kid At Heart.
know you're only a kid at heart (I know you're only a kid at heart) I know you're only a kid at heart Started out as a bedtime story Turned into
?Looking at you makes me blush Looking at you makes me nervous Just like a kid bashfully Looking at you i make a needless smile like a fool and always
Bet you would think I got it made, better look again I got butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I’m living out a millionaires fantasy
done fed it Feed it a fuckin' aspirin and say that it has a headache "Here, want a snack, you hungry, you fuckin' brat? Look at that, it's a Xanax, take it and take a
seven -- from ----- stand 'em all in line Add an AK - 47, a revolver, a nine A mack 11 and an all assault a problem of mine A natural old school a bully shot em all at
AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show (Yo can you sign this
like knife in a pop device So "Duro you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life They say this kid be rude like this can't be true I suck my
the room You can hear 'em holla Goon Squad in this bitch Let me hear you holla Goon Squad in this bitch Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave. in this bitch
still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at
America As a motherfucking' drug addict, like you didn't experiment That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again
a big joke? (No!) There's a four year old boy lying' dead with a slit throat In your living room, ha-ha What you think I'm kid din' you? You loved him
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical I get cynical at a
pulse rushin, send my (?) into insanity Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A
breathin' Verse 3 [kastro] I walk around with a knife in my back Talkin' bout a bad day, i live a life like that It's a fear, and i'm losin' my hair
wit me when I pass the mall He'll wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl You need a
m past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof
