more like me and be less like you I've become so numb I can't feel you there Is everything what you want me to be I've become so numb I can't feel you
Tradução: Green Day. Entumecido.
fitted on some draft day shit Aand maybe I?m too busy to hear what the talent blind say In the club buying roses like its valentines day bitch They find
matter if a few crumbs are blown Flights out of few summer loans Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone Ma-Me-ya its u I'ma phone
rabbit feelin Yea keep wantin nigga Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects Come to the mucialago or for an object Number one prospect, the day
everyday is Summa' Even when da skys grey its still hot fo' da Block Runnas stop frontin' I told niggas da same day Dre signed me, I'll come back in Tupac numbas
half evil half sexy I Love to take it down every night if ya let me I admit Baby girl I have my eyes on you Hopin that one day I can flip the pies on
s what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep
tatted up, no doubt, no doubt (Islamic, won't matter to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off
's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to
of your lips, they captured me The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other And then we sat, down together You gave me your number, said give
, the spot was wise Wanna test a nigga size, that'll cost him Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit Y'all get mo murdered all day all day We done paved
often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day
someone in need of this weed leaf You can take my number down and beep me I'll hook you up if you look me up Just don't give my number to a rookie
ya (Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and lowriders And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day Where the green
get bi-zay! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Killer Mike] Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number
his sister Panned through the station And jumped in front of a train Said I?m a bit confused to meet you Life?s what scissors do to a day So their smiles