It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
I just can't digest It's too artificial man I can't dig it I don't want affects So I say so on and Imma go on To the real next all wood tones Earth
all around I don't say they mean harm, but they'd each give an arm to see us six feet underground. see us 6 feet under ground It doesn't matter what
on Queen [Chorus x2: Miss Jones] I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't
She walks on the moonlit snow She's winterhearted, so you say But you don't see She's a dancer on the glass That's broken like her past She would never
oh I don't know, I don't know what caused, I don't know what caused me to be this wayme to be this way I don't know, I don't know by I probably be this
with tired eyes I'm hiding from you, and your soul of ice I thought you were someone to rely on Me, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on Last Christmas
gonna be gone That gear that you rock gonna be gone The house up on the hill gonna be gone The gold -- on your grill gonna be gone The ice on your
hiding from you and your soul of ice My god I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on A face on a lover with a fire
'as-tu aime avec haine Pour aimer une autre avec abandon Peut-etre celle qui viendra T'aimera-t-elle moins que moi Et peut-etre sera-t-elle plus heureuse
without jealousy? "You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me So I showed them, it ain't that hard Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card Got Lee
nooses Being stupid always giving in to the myth That life wasn't even worth living like this A grown man trapped inside a young man's skin With resentment very very deep within On
soul on ice Let's wait to pull that lever Make this right Put your soul on ice I need to make this better Make this right Put your soul on ice But I still
These are the things I can do without (come on) I'm talking to you (so come on) [repeat] In violent times... You shouldn't have to sell your soul In
high He keeps his hand on the pump He's ready to dump On any chump that would even try He got a finger on the trigger He ain't scared to pull it
gone Diggin' my soul still not knowing what's going on Four in the morning a thousand miles away from home Glassy and tight eyes reddish and off white oberserving the ice
