me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow! See'st thou not how stiff, And wondrous old, Far unfit to bear the bitter cold. I can
me unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous old, Far, far unfit to bear the bitter cold?
Traduzione: Pungiglione. Cold Song.
it is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun. The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, The nod of the wood, the song
in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades
Sting that's red and cost a whole lotta bread White gold to flash, hand to the crotch Get down town and cop a cold ass watch *brrr* No ice banks I don
just the sting of a pin prick And out cold with your mouth shut you look so beautiful When you wake up I'll be gone And this will be the last song Now
Where do you get off Doing all these hurtful things Two floors up and still I sing A hopeful song for you How am I to feel Your words they seemed so
catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant Chorus One: all Feel the sting
momma's friend We had governin', who would have thought the love would end Like ice cold albums, all good things Grab a dope, sing the same song that
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every noise that I hear on the street say it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher
the almighty The gift to write a song My dream turn to reality when the Grammy touch me hand bim No mek me settle down and pause fe a secound Sting International
a son of my mother's friend We had governin', who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold album, all good things Neva thought we sing the same song
