-view mirror: it's all behind you A present gone mad Tra-tra-la, follow, track that lava Past, present gone mad. Passable A past gone mad.
Tradução: La caída. Un pasado se ha vuelto loco.
Canada dem a request inna di Carabana Represent fi di evenin and Carribeana Nuh reach haters a we past scanna Yuh nuh give a fuck why just smoke if yuh
toll but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a
behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee.
To the darkness outside A roof above my head might just be right For such a tender night Give awareness and some light To the darkness outside A roof
credit cards, a castle Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure Belaney by the glassful, said she been meanin' to ask who Would need a cash rule,
bad, they say, Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he sways [Chorus:] As a blunt ash falls into the ashtray, I can see my whole life fly past
the way they play dirty Lock em up in jail until he?s past thirty They don?t give a fuck about you They don?t give a fuck about me I?m past thirty
you can tell me why The fall of my reason's releasing my soul We are, we are not... Our future's our tomorrow's past We are, we are not... Please
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
you ain?t consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime greet me wit a middle finger when
my past, oh yes, I did Met a guy that I liked, he was my type But he lied 'bout his wife And he tried to play me, play me Now how long was he gone Way
its about a hot beat, a hot beat its about a hot beat, a hot beat a hot hot hot beat and a catchy hook a hot hot hot beat and a catchy hook nobody gives
're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade
stretch for mad blocks We can get a kit, without no thread Feelin' funky beats go straight, to the head Fall into a club, dig on what we love It be past
keep a fuckin' mil If yo name ain't Holyfield Kick back in the MC resident Countin' dollar bills, Make me kick in a liquor store Stop in get a Tangaray Peel a
