Testi:
Blank Leather

If I wanted to believe you, I guess I could And if I wanted to understand you, I guess I would But my days would go blank and I'd be freezing naked

Hair blowing in the hot wind, time hanging from a clothespin. There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal. I smell the leather of your new car,

homie swagged up It's the gangsta grill These boys be I'll Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up [Verse:] Jumpin out my beamer like a stuntman on a stunt Though my leather

new shit) Fox Boogie '97 (Fox) Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah) Yeah Brook-lyn yo [Verse One: Pretty Boy] 20 foot celeings with that rough leather

ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range ya getting

switch monkey style, flying horsemen Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men I be the Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather Wig, gold chains

it happen and it's ment to be, Just let go, But I can't this shit keep itchin me like, Them niggas outta line how they came through, Shot em in his face point blank

When you lay on his leather bed He knows, you know, he knows, you know H he knows, you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming

Shallah, they gonna get your's play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five, Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling Yo, he blank rubbed