side Feelings bottled up inside Ready to suffer the consideration Nice, nice Patience is a fuckin' thorn in my side Nice, nice Tolerance will stab at me But it's nice
side feelings bottled up inside ready to suffer the consideration Nice, nice patience is a fuckin' thorn in my side Nice, nice tolerance will stab at me but it's nice
Перевод: Sick Of It All. Ницца.
nice women she was keeping mostly to herself ever since the divorce and with the compant downsizein and the fall and all she really shouldn't take it that personal at all
the ice Put it all together let it all gleam nice Gotta pay a mean price you go against my click And here's one thing y'all should never forget, that
? why is winter cold Why is it when I talk im so biased to the hose (host?) Listen dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets This isnt gob this
Man you've seen it all before Your all too familiar wit' it There's a penis on the floor And two balls So you know who did it You know you wit' it, girl
vicodin splash it hits my stomach and ahh A couple weeks go by it aint even like im getting high now i need it just not to feel sick ya im getting by
to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on You
finger now, I'll never let another chick bring me down, In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick, Superman aint savin shit, girl you
Ah yeah, yo! This song is dedicated to all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And who have no idea whats it like to be broke
that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a
your mouth I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say So much crap coming out it must take you all
and let nice and easy humble days On out, over, well known Casanova Can I put on an army, quick to take it over Nine on my niggas, count all my figures
spend it all Talk to 'em, c'mon [Break] New York put it on the floor New York put it on the floor Jersey put it on the floor Jersey put it on the floor
em get 'em get 'em Get 'em Cass [Verse 2] A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean It's blue but it
the hustla gon ride if it's war, But You the type of boy that'll hide if it's war, You the type'a boy that never come outside if it's war, So, you a nut