music. Give me the chance to come through. All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror, And the chance to dance for you. Give me a job and you
Traduzione: Una colonna sonora Chorus Line. Il Music And The Mirror.
and cry later Or just walk around with the face of a clown and still remain faceless I said smile now and cry later Or just walk around with the face of a
fingernails to your ponytails too. king of the insects and the m-5 over charlemagne in a motorcade too. and baby needs a new prize baby needs a new and
and round, custom seats lean 'n rock [chorus x2] [verse 4] now my rimz spin nigga, err time I make a stop, and I keep dat chevey clean, likie a flow
lost Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts [chorus:] The charlatans and deceivers walk the line
Then you get up and look at the mirror And you see the beast arise Got a big red nose from the overdose And somebody else's eyes And you think to thee
at a time [Chorus] [Cig:] You gotta feel me on this man. I put so much effort into this music. I'm tired of eatin' bread sandwiches and puttin' Cheerios and
mammal Snakin up the hustle the huts soft a camel Talkin to animals on my CD panel Slap your 2 dought from a 3D channel Get em up with two lines and
a long time Now I'm busting strong rhymes Know about the thin lines Trying to keep shit in line And I know it's my time for some reason I'm not trying But with out my music
doing this a long time, now I'm busting strong rhymes Know about the thin lines, trying to keep shit in line And I know it's my time, for some reason I'm not trying But without my music
You And I Just Cant Hit Rock Bottom Over You) You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Man And I Stand Under The Clouds Tryna Catch You If I Can And If That Goes
Of sweat and tears And what? (Seven years of bullshit) [x2] Yeah, I'm sick and tired Sick and tired of the bullshit B.S., I'm sick and tired of the
to steal On a Bible by the mirror The only treasures that we hold The only secrets that we're keeping A watch, a chain, a cross of gold REPEAT CHORUS
mix tapes and interviews, I be hearing you Certain dissiden'ts dis from a distance Disresect and discriminate Bitch I laminate that ass And wear it at the New Music Seminar for a
or dealing dope, Street lights, street life, all a flipping joke, But I've come up a bit, had a good heart that toughened up a bit, Look in the mirror
