ve been on that ledge countless times and I know what that feels like you've on your own can't make it through this world all alone is this thing on at
is this thing on at all? we've all seen the different sides and you're so convinced that inch by inch and I know what you feel like than that skyline
Traduzione: Less Than Jake. Is This Thing On?.
in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin
bill like Murray [Chorus] [Finesse] Yo, on the french kiss, sour than blood, hotter than piss You ventriliquist talkin out your ass like this Cuz I
[Chorus] [J-Boo of Deadly Venoms] Yo, on the french kiss, sour than blood, hotter than piss You ventriliquist talkin out your ass like this Cuz I insist
bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this
: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} ] Yo this is Westwood I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight And just walked into this studio some of the
I'm wondering around what used to be Downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old, I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound Of everyone
and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this?) Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this
over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this
shine Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's Less choose the life we rather live, on the
by, an eye for an eye We in this together son your beef is mine So long as the sun shines to light up the sky We in this together son your beef is mines
of the corner creeps and dirty streets nothing will change my mind, there's no turning back this time. And when going off is like going on and never going back is
I?ll keep my faith alive Cause this is paradise or parricide I can?t believe this sight Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes The streets won?t sleep
summer stars along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while i'm lying wide awake on
'll be on top And I'd look down upon the map And teachers said I don't mean a thing This is the modern world That I look about This is the modern world
Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating So different from the mistakes I've been making And tragedies we're facing... So tell me