a million miles an hour we swallow dotted lines tonight and we ingest the pavement ignore the passing lights and the streets they call our names they
A million miles an hour We swallowed dotted lines tonight We ingest the pavement Ignored the passing lines And the streets they call our names They call
Traduzione: Story Of The Year. Sleep.
young, do they still possess the poetry tongue? And do they still grief [? ] like the depth of the lung? How's the nomad, did the herd graze well this year
favorite color red 50 Cent got shot nine times, God spared his life Some rappers real with life stories, some rap about hype On my block, a thirteen year
rooms [interlude] My nigga A, where you at, this is "Dirty Version" G.D. nigga, bout to step up and rep, B-X baby This is Don year, you hear? Word up
we cant help, but get caught up in this madhouse. Ive stayed up half a year to compose every breathe and every line, Im just killing time to tell a story of sleeping
, but get caught up in this madhouse I've stayed up half a year to compose every breathe and every line, I'm just killing time to tell a story of sleeping
I did was crazy, sexing white girls looking Bo Derrick Ahada 'Cause I get chips like I'm Erica Shrada, dunn-da-da Communicate like beat with the cellies Pulling sleepers in tellies, sleep
(feat. Kool G. Rap) [Bookie] Check it out Uh Now let me tell you a story about a nigga livin' on the edge Kinda like takin' the chances of jumpin'
come from anything. Flush! All the puke I'm throwing up! in the toilet this sucks! not apart of growing up! only spoils it Life is too boring same old story get drunk throw up sleep
chrome heat I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40 Sniper at the squad car, story noting Fuck it if you want
I was born to be a boss But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my vault I'
killers on the team We got Dogs, locs, east coast folks, Wild out Baltimore homies That ain't no joke Leave you flat out White sheet Tuck you to sleep
went belly up (What?!) Oh, I ain't tell you bout the label ?? (Nah) Yo... they phony. (Yo what happened man?) [Verse 2] I'ma tell you kid, hold it Long story
the street cause nigga I'm a suspect Young ass nigga bangin' barely coppin' quarters If money wasn't a issue man I wouldn't pop at, rollers A cold day a cold week a cold year
