streetwise after all Was she there at all? Pictures in the mirror, pictures she never knew Pictures in the mirror, always reflecting you Not such an ordinary life Pictures in the mirror
she there at all? Pictures in the mirror, pictures she never knew Pictures in the mirror, always reflecting you Not such an ordinary life Pictures in the mirror Pictures in the mirror
Traduzione: The Living End. Foto di In The Mirror.
to you As though you had no choice Tell me, isn't that your picture? Isn't that your voice? If you don't live what you sing about Your mirror is going
don't know what I'ma hit (yeah) I live by the word until I die by your sword Even when I'm dead my head will live inside your RCA cords I wait for the
a c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid To be the star, so I end it
My life is not just a story, an end to the beginning of a picture perfect journey that I travel myself All I can see when I look around, are people living lives
living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You
[Intro: Fat Joe] Ho! Yeah Coca I can make you famous, ow! We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz! Yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe
own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead
our friends They pretend and they wanna see us fall in the end And they don't care and they're living lies in their time Cus it makes them feel better about their lives
chronic and some liquors And tat on some scriptures and I miss my sister Pictures haunts my mind, it turns realer Look inside my memories mirror Her-oin
all in time) It's the end of the world And still, people ain't got no satisfaction It's the end of the world And still, people ain't got no satisfaction
acclaimed, until my last day [Lil' Kim] Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer I'ma live
c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won?t go away I keep pressin? like my phone is afraid To be a star, so I end it and
into a city slicker But I've been thinking lately, what if you give her High heels, mini skirt and some pink nickers Nah, probably only end up with a pretty picture