change my ways? Wasted times and broken dreams Violent colors so obscene It's all I see these days These days These days All I see these days All I see these days
Tradução: Las Claves Negro. Estos días.
so good But what's worse is if they could Would I change my ways? Wasted times and broken dreams Violent colors so obscene It's all I see these days These days
by myself like the brown Eminem. Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches, fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches. Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke
they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll
beauty and bitterness But since those days I've changed everything And sometimes they would light it up I ran my hands down silent keys For secrets like these
scissors, and pens! - Jesus when does it end Mazes that I go through! - Gazed and I'm so confused! Days that I don't know who - gave these molecules too
you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. [Intro] Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked
intervene With me peelin' your wide body outta them tight jeans Wrist on freeze, seats on lean, shoes 19 Comin' through in that Bentley thang The top of the town, the keys
, vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah nah, hold up homie) We takin' over Gimme your girl, gimme your keys
be black But it's a mindgame and you gotta deal with that I wake up everyday and I just can't wait To make mo money 'cause back in the days When I rapped
what's the deal uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here! Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities havin these
I show another how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges Taxin' businessmen for stocks over lunches Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort Enough keys
so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion