like the squalor that we create Martin wants out of this but poverty keeps him in this place Sratching like the vermin between the walls Martin needs
Hidden like the squalor that we create Martin wants out of this but poverty keeps him in this place Sratching like the vermin between the walls Martin
Перевод: Sick Of It All. Мартин.
cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets And amidst all
dont wanna kill) I dont wanna kill (I dont wanna die) We are all human Its time to prove it. We are all human Lets start to prove it. We are all human
Verse 1:] I've Been Through It All, The Fails Tha Falls I'm Like Niagra But I Got Right Back Up Like Viagra I Am Agricluture Swagger So Mean It Might
for my niggas that get high All uh my niggas that get by All my niggas that get fly This is for my niggas that cop dutches All uh my niggas throwin it
, it's the new king of everything, and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, maybe it's how I smell
shit Lemonade complexion, East Australian girl be killin' that She say I be killin' her, I say I be feelin' it Four days then I'm sick of her, 'cause
Martin Swayze Is it real son, is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill
of Mercedes blues Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z shoes I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu 'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, can't be you I told y'all
know this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out Oh god its Remy Martin In a hot pink
bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably
Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets And amidst all
it's how I pour that Patron Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone And I'm sick of blow jobs
