: I take time I take time I ride your bullet from the south A different taste in my mouth I ride your bullet from the south A different taste
Tradução: The Knife. Me tomo el tiempo.
I take time I take time I ride your bullet from the south A different taste in my mouth I ride your bullet from the south A different taste in
I take time I take time I ride your bullet from the south A different taste in my mouth I ride your bullet from the south A different taste in my mouth
Is beauty to behold Fear not of evil Everyday dem flesh it grow old Changes of the time take the toll Chorus Verse 2 Capleton: I won dem fi in
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
I've been writing on my own since I was just a kid (THE BLACK FRANK SINATRA) I've been writing on my own since I was just a kid I swear to you I will
marks of her distain I just can't take it no more I can't spend another night alone I can't take it no more If this is where we ended up Then I refuse
for eternity? See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child Actin wild, cause that was the stlye But as I grew older, I learned the deal Because
top of that I still will do my peope right So I promise I go use my music to dey shine the light I no go comform I say I know the sight I go bear my
and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
sieve I'm on a new high with a pen and a pad and for fun I attend a jam that's super bad at the same time give it all that I have whether you're square
see, we came from the sun this is the summer of unity, uh-oh I riggity (?) so gimme a chance to take off my pants and play I take up the time to make
niggaz bag up Scrape the plate my nigga! - Everything add up! I'm hungry! - Like I been missin' a meal. Back writin' like I need me a deal. - I show
yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They
Chorus] I don't know what you take me for I don't really play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 1] I got