this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at
Traduzione: Men at Work. Still Life.
swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey) Do it all away, do it all away baby ... [Verse 2] I wake up early in the morning, at the crack of dawn Nigga still
it all away (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, heyyy) [Verse Two: 2Pac] I wake up early in the mornin, at the crack of dawn Nigga still tired
your way To be a voice and echo what you say Like David or Abraham Your word is full of such men And if the Bible had no closing page And still was being
' niggaz Quick to throw a rock at the bitches Tryin' to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches Still gettin' dough, still gettin' hated on the low Still
you off a slab People are strange, and people are bad But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have It started at the good life, house of the
things Cell phone verbiage, microwaved preservatives Medicated nervousness controlled by conservatives, the nerve of them Have no concern for us, we work for them At
music drives me insane To the day they drop me into the grave, the crowd'll still be amazed Even then my name still gon' reign... [beat changes] [two men
lyrical Mack-10, spit flows that kill men It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up
still be standing From my arial approach landing, seeing it all Still waiting for the so-called stars to fall Out of the polluted skies full of California dreams People running at
why the truth rocks us so hard enough to work arduous to bogard yo just pardon us. Like the marginous distance between mars and us understand men are