Una gota de tu amor cayo en mi alma y en un mar de sabanas blancas te pedi amame Fuiste labios y amor fuiste cuerpo y ardor yo estaba ardiendo fuiste
what's on your mind callin my city wack? you must've robbed the dope man and smoked a fifty sack of that crack, you need a fix, son why smoke a glass
You got me runnin', goin' out of my mind, You got me thinkin' that I'm wastin' my time, Don't bring me down, No, no, no, no, no, I'll tell you once more
s filled with thoughts of you All the same reminders; all the heartache we've been through I shudder when I think back to those days It was frosted glass
The dambdest thing I wanna buy you all the finest things Big house in the hills Supersize your rings My mind?s on my money And my money?s on my mind
together, Go to my house and fuck forever, And do whatever comes to mind Let me stick my dick in your behind You can pour me a glass of Dom Perignon Then
still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Dramacydal] I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some
this Yeah this shit is hyper Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine Ring the alarm
my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass
revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can
just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin
y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know
niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass
the moves you makin Baby why you fakin strip naked get to love makin See its all in your mind so every time i sip a glass of wine I fantisize til that
it's just as it should be My best laid plans Will build and break your heart Her guilty hands Tear my whole world apart My mind keeps racing She's
[Originally by Berlin] I'm alone sitting with my empty glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain
get fucked up i puff that chron and get fucked up i snort that shit and get fucked up I puff on that pipe like a life line do it in my right mind end
whirled into the spiral Stifled by guilt and regret, senses drifted afloat nothingness Foreboding, dawning inside, dragged me in pain towards the Mind