I'm needing this time to make up my mind every time when we're lonely together I think of the options I've got you have disturbed me for a long time
a grab in your skirt And this is my way to say with no delay I'm never going fucking your way, no I'm needing this time to make up my mind Every time
Перевод: Raised Fist. Чтобы макияж My Mind.
just a grab in your skirt And this is my way to say with no delay I'm never going fucking your way, no I'm needing this time to make up my mind Every
't you make up your mind Why don't you make up your mind Why don't you make up your mind Why don't you make up your mind Why don't you make up your mind
's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal Blood's on my gear from caps I've peeled About a block away I sit up, look back It wasn't nothin' but a microphone
the sun but the clouds make it smoky You was my down chick when others just went down on me Must've saw something in me to wanna birth my first You changed my mind about raising
this shit doesn't make sense, Pete It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't I
me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' and it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised
shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want Pop
sides like Gamora My poisonous is released, gas from the canister Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it's axis I make a good day move slow like
peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on
ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
ya closed eyes, hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage What ya gonna do if I show up at your
by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up The grip and the bitch, yeah, stays
bitches wanna do us harm I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to tire Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind
My vision starts to change My mind gets filled with rage I raise my fist up to the sky What do you see! The fear I see when I look in your eyes Makes
