I will stay out here tonight Looking at the starry sky I haven't been here in a long time But this place was always there Whatever happened in the meantime
Tradução: Mente en una caja. El Lugar.
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none Wha mi
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss before the homies
: [Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + sounds of a shovel digging + a heartbeat] Yeah I know A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have
is a drought I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression ????? mixed with scherm for this musical session (STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life is a
promised land but not by a god and not by a king and not by a spirit deep from within I am here because a miracle?s a whim it?s a flash of glory it?s
not do well up in here Oh my god being a nigger must be a good payin job With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss There is a time and a place
Weird Feelings Make You Forget About What You Believing Another Chick Chilling Against The Wall Flashing Her Boobs, Legs Spread With A Nice Vagina And A Long Stick, There's A
am an accident waiting to happen i'm laughing like mad while you strangle the captain my place may be taken, but make no mistake from a little black black box
shift your spleen, rip till it's just obscene, from down town spilling it, New York illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl like a nigga
Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths All through my +Hard Knock Lifetime+, +A Gift and a
: (Traditional) When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks, her
it All Up Stack Up Your Funds Like a Million Bucks Across That Pond, They All Know Us International... Whoa! Driving My Car To A Foreign Place Lookin
these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind
yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin
