perfect in my mind in fact, i wish your heart was mine and i can hear the memory in my ears back to the years and all those tears but hear me when i say
in my mind In fact, I wish your heart was mine And I can hear the memory in my ears Back to the years and all of those tears But hear me when I say I
Traduzione: The Rocket Summer. Cross My Heart.
to fertilise the flower, Did I hear you saying that the form doesn't matter? Well form into matter, the matter is forever, but only in a good garden Black rock
dig in your pocket, let's get money, nigga [Verse 10: Rock] Yo, from an unknown region, me and my legion Never believin' to hear you bitch niggaz breathin' The summer
and hear it, feel the cold and fear it If you're bold come near it man, feel it I put soul into mic control, like jazz artists put soul into rock and
me (Feel this yo, uh) [Amil] Uh, uh, uh See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Frontin with
I just tripled my advance you Hummer stuntin like you got birds you only getting points off grams-cock sucka [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't wanna hear about
Done That like Dr. Dre It Ain't My Fault like Silkk the Shocker say Ya'll niggas gots to pay, shots'll spray From the Bronx to Far Rock away My whole
hear dem boys come'n derty Like ohh better get 'em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boys come'n Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks
right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back Brooklyn in my
new Duro Would ya hate me? I know ya love me Feel this yo See me comin' through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my
in the Midwest. I'd been invited there to do a series of seminars on language. They'd gotten my name from a list in Washington, from a brochure that described my
you to hear Kiss my ass When you hear the song Will you cry? 'Cause you know you're wrong (You know you wrong) Will you cry? When you hear the song (
my hood like a daily routine D's think Im involved with a nigga hit hard So when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly Nigga You can cross your heart
Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle I'm trained as corner stone famine troopers So my tray within a heart of hearts
the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit, through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines
