, ?Color my life? Fill my canvas with everything nice Color my life Ooh child, you've got to color my life Mmm, I said, ?Color my life? Fill my canvas
Tradução: M de personas. Mi color de la vida.
em I'm on a low I'm in the zone every evening I'm in the zone every evening walk through the valley of death I'm still breathing Give a bit of life to
the mic All the girls like we can get it And all my niggas hands up let me know that your with it [Verse 2:] Come on that o by my no drama All about
get When my life's going numb I just keep moving my mouth I just keep moving my feet I say I'm loving you to death Like I'm losing my breath And
I get When my life's going numb I just keep moving my mouth I just keep moving my feet I say I'm loving you to death Like I'm losing my breath And all
the week Some people say I sound strange some say I'm not right But I find beauty in this world every single night Take a look at my life, all black
hold my glass up high, and I toast to the most high Since my B-day up to this day is close by Watchin over me, while Babylon scopin me From my mother'
things inside In another life When the gods were crazy And complaining all the time And the people look at me The volocano wants a bribe And I'm still
(Tomorrow people) When I quit, new hope for redemption (Tomorrow people) Blue eyes crying in the rain Tomorrow people I laugh tomorrow gone Tomorrow people Tomorrow people Tomorrow people Tomorrow people
s our fault, cause motherfuckers is starving in Africa It's gangsta rap fault, that people are poor can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life
'm on a low I'm in the zone every evening I'm in the zone every evening walk through the valley of death I'm still breathing Give a bit of life to your
cares if coloured people die! Hell, I?m so good at making friends I tell you now... this is the END! I?m a Dic - I?m a Dic- I?m the Dic - I?m a Dictator
if I?m fake I aint notice cause my money aint So let me get this straight wait I?m the rookie But my features and my shows ten times your pay 50k for
Stuff all my problems in that bong and I?m puffin? strong I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone Must?ve been the liquor talkin?, I?m
front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so sick, I shoulda got a medic But my credit was
'm gone so will you wait a while As soon as I come home we can smoke and then we stay a while Some people hate my style Some people love it though And