an education, won't be a fool Be a doctor, PhD, all that shit that's not for me All my life people tell me what to say This is my life, live it my own
education, so you won?t be a fool Be a doctor, PHD, all that shit, that's not for me All my life people tell what to say This is my life live it my
Перевод: Sick Of It All. Моя жизнь.
be free and easy I just don't work like that I'm not like that look into my eyes, it burns inside when I view the world I see the lies sometimes it can
singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa... My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my
my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all
out My homeys said I was stupid for even joining My counsellor said that my decision was disappointing How she had good for good state colleges and with my good grades it
bring it 'til the end (come on now) It doesn't matter 'Bout the car i drive or what i wear around my neck All that matters Is that you reconize that it
Cause when it's going good It's going great I'm Superman With the wind in his back She's Lois Lane But when it's bad It's awful I feel so ashamed I
Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, It'll put the dyna-in-mite Yeah it'll make the dopest MC wanna
granted took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt I can no longer stand it Now my respect I demand it Imma take control of this relationship Command it
means I’m on top of my game and it don’t stop Til my hip don’t hop anymore When you so good that you can’t say it Because it ain’t even cool for you to
nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my
Fading Past, Years Melt Into The Past, This Mortal Life Will Take It's Toll. I'm Sick And Tired Of Losing, You Find This So Amusing, It's All I Have
hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends [Verse 2] All my West side bitches throw it
nails try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my
in! I forgot my coat. Mom, come on, I'm not playin', It's cold! Alright, sorry. I need a jacket, Mom, look, My Tupac tape, I just cracked it, Ma, please