ring Some has burned up and gone away Everytime you used to fall Blame me again Everyone Blame me again Makes you sick Blame me again You're ashamed Blame
Brother Jukebox...sister wine Mother freedom...father of time Since she left me by myself You?re the only family I?ve got left I go down to that same
has burned up and gone away Well everytime you used to fuck, (blame me again) And everyone, (blame me again) Makes you sick, (blame me again) You're ashamed, (blame
Traduzione: Freddo. Colpa.
A.W.K.] Friends turn foes, niggas turn hoes and no one knows The cons and pros, of how this game goes I was told, the world is cold and I'm getting old
Here I am, caught in your light These cold summer nights I remember well Home and away I run from you But there's still too much to tell And I wanted
so come out with it. ) Dhulkii waad gubtee nagala soobax: (Translation-You've burnt the root of the earth, so come out with it.) So for real, who's to blame
I felt you cut free turning cold shoulders to me Growing blame lines communicating lies Nothing more to trust fallacies of love Killing all that holds
sound like a rap sometimes it's just one of those nights ain't u never had it happen 2 u? then u go home 2 soon go home 2 soon u could blame it on the
All the games you play I won't take the blame I gave you trust You spit it out and call my name I'm taking back what's left from all these Selfish
dreaming his life away In a world so cold Are you sane Where is the shame A moment of time passes by You cannot rewind who's to blame When did it start
to the brothers, sweatin' the ladies I bumped into my homeboy Ice in the Mercedes Went up on the ave. where they hustle real hard Skeezers on the side cold
the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma
a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga
a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on
take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders
her crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame
