son Heaven?s love came down Life with You, my crown How could I not then love you Here?s my heart bowed down Here?s my heart bowed down
Traduzione: Il Longing. Ecco il mio cuore.
my days spent high My niggaz in the cage get by Writin letters collect calls and vias GED's, lock down earnin college degrees OG's who put us up on more
we go, we just rock you see now we know Fuckin' news cameras they want to get the footage Wanna grind out find out where my hood is Let's just say that
From my baby mothers house I know you loved her out, dugged her out I wanna harden your spouse, nigga borrow my mouth ???, bangin for my gun, slangin with my
these games And I know you're not to blame Here comes the rain I'm part of you, you know it's true But maybe you had to wait too long To find your
don't play me out. Just understand what you have got here. I'm the realist you gone find here. I know you hear this all the time. My wearing my heart, it's
my mind and heart would be untrue, We both fucked up, we both could change, It's funny how we stay the same, Let's sit around, there's nothing here to
this fierce scream Seriously my ears feel like they bleeding tears And heres the head scarf you left in my domain And heres the photos of our memory lane And there's (nothing for you around here
her anymore [Chorus:] (peed) my poem Mother was my old home Good will is looted In my old home Religions is burnt down In my old home Kindness is shacklled In my
112 (Foxy) Uh, (112 baby) (Check one, one two) Oh baba-ba-baby [Foxy Brown] F to the O (X) B double O (Yes) G to the S (She's) S-E-X (Whoo) You already
He displace my disgrace now it's on again So I'm a buffet my body, make it my slave man Crucify my flesh daily 'til I see my grave man So I'm a fight
you it's not you that it's me this is your break up letter I'll set you on fire just to see the colors you could make If I left you here for six long
I'm askin, which ways up, cos my compass has gone You know what? I'm a let my beatin heart be my guide through the eye of the storm [chorus] [scratching
wall empty beds and left unsaids your heart to break my fall my name is no good in this town anymore, too many kisses on collars lying on my closest floor my
I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on