Quiero decirte que, las paredes de mi habitacion, se convierten en cobijo si oigo tu voz cerca de mi ahora el tiempo pasa lento, el silencio vuelve
: Quiero decirte que, las paredes de mi habitacion, se convierten en cobijo si oigo tu voz cerca de mi ahora el tiempo pasa lento, el silencio vuelve
Cualquier Causa Y Su Ley Por Lamer Los Frutos De Tu Entrega. Reptil Despreciable Y Traidor Que, Con Mil Rostros Y Mil Maneras, Buscas La Luz Solo Para
rolls me a 20 dolla sack It's like that It's like that, sometimes I wish it wasn't Sometimes I wish I was sober and free just like my cousin But now
My third leg is what I think with A blunt is what I drink with On the solo tip loungin in my polo fit Hold that ???? line two That's cool I'll get it
{And if I die, I know theyill cry} {Who are you? } Ashe Gordon {What is this? } Solo recording {Who is that? } HL production in the board and itis kinetic
Real as ever And I'm chained like a slave Trapped in the dark Slammed all the locks Death calls my name And it seems I've been buried alive [Solo]
Hot, fucking hoes in the same bed together [Chorus] Of top, it's all gravy, you in six feet Just remember I love you, so Rest In Peace I still can't believe you left out here solo
bad, Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top Hit the body and the bullshit stop Wheneva them troublin' us, Where the po-po niggas roll solo
my block on lock, big chain hanging I get love from the hoes, much respect from the G's Killing all snitches, cause these rats copping pleas Say I roll solo
in the back obscene knahmean But I've been knockin em out the box like ?? So on the single we be flowin at the lingo Comin together, not solo like Mandingo
perkin' drunk about a half a liter Liquor stains all over my cut white woman beater Fuck Johnny Law, that's the po-po Outta my body ridin' solo folo, solo
of indo! Verse One: B-Real So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be one who is solo, runnin the whole game
should have slayed me as a baby behaving shadier than Wes Craven and you aint even go to pay me i take pleasure in layin nigga down daily you face me drunk or sober
/South planet clinic where abortions are performed [Verse Three: T-Mo] From the start, I see the end Will we be friends in the end Took you with me, solo
I `m sober and I ? m sorry , and it s the same old story Again I m seekin` shelter in your forgivin` arms Oh those fool on a stool nights are finaly
better yet ask your crew who knows defeat But beyond that I be the capital cat [?] Known to dog a girl out with wax or dat (all that?) Bring official illustration to woman and man Solo
for a minute Admit it, and get re-oriented Instead of being a bitter cynic isn't it? [Chorus] I'm getting older Everybody around me acts all sober
