Letras:
The Ink Spots Maybe

what will you do? Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again And maybe I'll say "maybe" Maybe

cipher 'til the bitches need pullin' tighter Put out the fire Blow out clouds of stress Now's the test who's the first to talk crazy? You cough, maybe

and know how.. but when that red light goes off.. just a friendly word of advice.." [Afu-Ra] You'll meet your fuckin maker, soon as my ink strike the

[Slug] Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall Stare at the stars, blink and they fall Stand tall and shrink, small Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall

'round Traffic died down, ain't nobody organized now Just because we did it doesn't mean you can Doesn't mean you can't, but there ain't no ink left

, I?ll go to hell. Alright I?ll go. Along with every guy I know. Well, I can?t tell you now but, when the ink dries - you?ll know. When the ink dries

it goes down, how it takes place How the Rhythmicru fam got the wrinkles on they face Storybook page paper, ink begins to fade Spend days blazing haze, monochrome grey shade Spot

cipher 'til the bitches need pullin' tighter Put out the fire Blow out clouds of stress Now's the test who's the first to talk crazy? You cough, maybe

round Traffic died down, ain't nobody organized now Just because we did it doesn't mean you can Doesn't mean you can't, but there ain't no ink left in