your skin The smile on your face The way that you taste You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside Oh, I have no defenses You come to my senses
skin The smile on your face The way that you taste You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside Oh, I have no defenses You come to my senses Ah
Traduzione: Chicago. You Come To My Senses.
year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My
a lot But nah, I ain't a playa Girl I'll house you You in my hut Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut Armand on the cut Com Sense MC Baby put that
that bigger pot of gold Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls If you gotta go, you gotta go That's part of the show My heart is cold like Antarctica
if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest) Iahhhhh jus' wanna rock you (all night long) Alllllll night looooong (if you want it you can have it
Akroyd "Can I borrow a dollar?" - BizMarkie "Nigga you ain't shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same
You and me (boy you know I'm) I'm feeling you (feeling you, feeling you, feeling you, feeling you) I'm feeling you (boy you know I'm) I'm feeling you
don't give a FUCK if you lyrical And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle I inspire revolution
all can keep the fame, its all about the ends The shorties in my hood, my family and friends That Benz in my yard, that credit on my card After twenty
in the struggle? Got you wondering, why? You wanna bubble so you hustle Building the muscle that's not needed So the other one you ignore it And feed it more fantasy and you
corn Collard greens and fatbacks - it's country 'an a mug Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood if you love and that's that Circle
Hook: Anthony Hamilton] Whatever in your heart is where you want to be My hood is the ghetto Even when you look Its never what you see My hood is the
Chicago It's ya boy Kanye West on the beat Ay White Boy [Hook x2] I just want you to know, I just want you to know I just want you to know, this boy
the blue Monte Carlo Spitting hollows out my roscoe in packs as I blast Getting my stalk on walk-on nigga waving my flag Skip skip I'm from that do low
