been living Who taught you to be so safe anyways? A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days Before cold feet, cold feet
t been living Who taught you to be so safe anyways? A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days Before cold feet, cold feet
't a pimp I put a ring on ya finger Freak for sure, knew her for a week or more And already wanna beat up raw On the dance floor dancing 'til my feet
. I saw an Asian boy staring out the window at the light. We didn?t see a single sunrise at 6:30 AM. It?s been a cloudy week and cold as ice. But I saw
dose or a taste of this of this cold schoolin' And we be movin' heads and makin' fingers go pop Up and down these cold blocks, cold streets of the drops
a dose or a taste of this of this cold schoolin' And we be movin' heads and makin' fingers go pop Up and down these cold blocks, cold streets of the drops
niceshot niceshot got that sucker right between the eyes, let's get a cold one don love seats made from hides stock your smoke house full of meat pink & blue & yellow key chains made from rabbits feet
washed out broken lives. Heaven forbid were given the strength to try and leave the world behind. Sunlight and dark, cold and heat, smokin pavement beneath bare feet
my hat on sideways Vans on my feet, you can catch me on the highway People always ask me why me favorite day is Friday Because when the weekend comes
Daddy X smokin off pounds of dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Slanging buds, got a door to door service Knee deep in the motherfuckin business Cold
. It's late, I miss the way the night comes My friends know how to make it feel good The basement has a cold glow, Though better than a bunch of others
was thinkin) I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend) (Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
the site you see before eyes --- [Black Thought] Just push the panic button on your remote control Then enter the zone where our patrolers will get round cold
a drink in my hand, My feet on the ground, and my head in the sand Scotch whiskey, rum, and beer That the only reason I'm here Looks like another lost weekend
feet, And the cold reminds me that I've, And tonight I walk through an empty street, With my shadow stretching in front of me, When my lonely thoughts meet my lonely feet
) Hey yo, I've been there, right here in them bold streets Late nights tryin' to write, mom sayin', "Go sleep" A king here, music world within my own feet
