'm so convinced its not the truth Was it me or was it I know that I'm still the same Everything around me changes Questions still remain Questions still remain Questions still remain
so convinced it's not the truth Was it me or was it I know that I'm still the same Everything around me changes Questions still remain Questions still remain Questions still remain
Traduzione: Face To Face. Domande rimangono ancora.
m so convinced its not the truth Was it me or was it I know that I'm still the same Everything around me changes Questions still remain Questions still remain Questions still remain
Circle!) People still be trying to talk but, you know, I really don't care I kinda just be floating on peoples Kinda just like just streamlining on peoples faces
we start walkin Two cars pull up, one in front, one in back Uzi in my face, now I'm kidnapped Faces in the car, I knew none With the question from the
[Scarface:] As I open my eyes unto a new day I see the same old shit that I was face to face with yesterday It's all the same and I can't change time
quick Burn up the gear I dressed in Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses What would you ask God if you had one question? Aiyo,
Back at home, it's afternoon Six thousand miles away. I will still be there when I get through Attending this soiree There are jobs and chores and questions
late You riffin like your welfare was supposed to have set cake We turn the johnny pump up until the wrench break It ain't safe, you walk by and get a drenched face
purse off a stranger While each step walks the fine line between pleasure and pain It causes the brain to remain sane From questions learned from lessons
Nipsey Hussle] The sun is shinin', but still it's rainin', And you ain't gotta ask where he from just spray him, By the look up on his face you can tell
got the murder ride And you don't have to buy a ticket You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it In the face of my foes because it goes
that I'm more than just a pretty face Some say for a girl my style is too rough Huh, yeah, I rock hard but with a feminine touch The recods are still
angel slept You were received comfortably and the heavens wept Man you threw me for a loop, had me questioning exitstance Like why I'm still living and
everything the same. But my questions still remain. You boycott your brain. You answer with fists. But my questions still persist. You can rearrange my face
see how low the hole has gotten? Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it Dying, still we're relying on who? In this case I face the grace Of my