the world that we've created just for our heads, learn to swim or end up sinking - chorus - unconditional imitational for the senseless world our material crimes on paper
Tradução: Auto. En los delitos de papel (David Sanborn Mix).
Tradução: Auto. En los delitos de papel.
I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass,
, Cruise To This Bit** If You Want, Widout A Strap, And You Gon Getcha Ass Layed Down [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Everbody Know Education Shots Is All Over Short Paper, You On
," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass
love life is a crime scene] i'm an omen [my self-esteem is a string of unsolved murders] the radio is brainwashing me, filling my head with these self
a nigga feeling her though Text messaging my phone I feel like killing this ho But before I let her get on my row I?ma hand the bitch her walking papers
reva-lation-lution Retro-bution solution My people are poor community war What's the rivalry for? The poor can't afford Self genocide Help 'em aside He's on
crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go on and on and on and on [Dame Dash: speaking over Queen samples
five birds fronted two, kept three for myself, Lookin' out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph, Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas Sittin' on
I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place To get your safe, knowin' you on that paper chase Grass, glass
for the hash, has it Ever been a time when you didn't have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? Many underclothes hangin' on
not joking I think I just snorted my nosering I need a drink I'm standing over the sink hosing Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink closely I don
blow on I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes Paper chasin
on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face give back
prophecy My love life is a crime scene I'm an omen My self-esteem is a String of unsolved murders The radio is brain washing me Filling my head with these self
down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down Everybody know education shot Jamal over short paper You on
