I was blind and could not see That you were gettin' away from me But now I know that you are gone I live by the night And slumbers through the day Because
I was blind and I could not see That you were gettin' away from me But now I know that you are gone I live by the night And slumber through the day Because
Tradução: BB King. Yo estaba ciego.
I was blind and I could not see That you were gettin' away from me But now I know that you are gone I live by the night And slumber through the day
gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump
man, young sweet Jones I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on I know you can't bring every single one you meet home Home sick just when I thought I was
producers There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated But now I reinvented myself
with you MCs B Ya'll beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouiji Of course I'm the king, get my shine on And I blind y'all cause they call
the car I drive I'mma still be Mary Blige [Mary] Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just plain old Mary Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just
grace But the gods, they had to see for themselves Mankind was spreading demanding more space Climbing the throne and its wealth The gods had to prove, who was right, who was
to injure,now I got you sanity was lost so now I'm found insane I'm seeking streets to jeeps hours,days,to weeks I even speak to geeks I hold my fortune
a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get
holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get some
whole state's racist Why want a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin'
up like you was pleated Like some slacks and, relaxin, be strollin like some cats then I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin Not trappin, b
like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine [Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I
with the belt drive, Technics and B-1's with the orange light shinin, the red on D-1's Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. Biggs and