on up again My life is like water and I'm floating in the sea My soul is a stream on the water I was born reaching endlessly My life is like water
endlessly Yeah I'm gonna reach out endlessly, ooh Life is like, the life is like The life is like water Life is like, the life is like The life is like water
Traduzione: Bad Company. Come l'acqua.
life could be And I'm filling it with things Like furniture that I find on the street And all the special things I'd like to eat Pictures of people that I'd like
tryin to rhyme like me? And worship me like Jon B worship black pussy He pushin me to the point I wanna smack him, yo (Yo duke, he tryin to steal your fans like
We answer to no one, we 911 Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning El-P phase through these walls like vision Choked in the shallow water, a bad
make My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum Borderline f**k ya soundbombing I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water Water
think not. Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot. When its dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got. Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like
block walk from the spot is not the farthest That I've gone I move on kept company by neon Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon Fifty in my pocket
, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's
when you loose your life I would like to get blown, so I read and pray Surviving day to day, running the streets of stray Living all my self no company
with ya'll dudes? I treat ya'll like roaches and clap ya'll fools One by one, I'll impress ya'll dudes Big water bug thugs, I eat ya'll food What, who
her clothes [Shock G] Is your dad's Rolls blue? 'Cause I got bad news Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool Turned the water grey,
signs without reading. The Devil is astonished. Henry explains he doesn't like to read on his own time. The Devil dislikes Henry at sight; he's a bad
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at
gold-plated, gun of the rich Welcome to the world I'm runnin the shit, me and the beat click like the gun and the clip, rhymes in the head like one at
there watch [???] like the French Quarter Down for whatever Bow down nigga never Buck like a Beretta Wet you up like bad weather Got fangs like a cobra Now I got Range like
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin' what y'all readin' in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin
