and again and again how i how i how i how i how i learned my lesson i didn't i kept on trying i didn't listen i looked up to you i call you on the phone
and again How I, how I, how I How I, how I learned my lesson I didn't, I kept on trying I didn't listen I looked up to you I call you on the phone
again and again how i how i how i how i how i learned my lesson i didn't i kept on trying i didn't listen i looked up to you i call you on the phone
Traduzione: X. How I (Learned My Lesson).
again and again how i how i how i how i how i learned my lesson i didn't i kept on trying i didn't listen i looked up to you i call you on the phone but
Tupac] Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin
moment of truth, I got ya naked Totally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it Tongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you Witness a nigga
me more to be free than a life in the pen Makin money off of cuss words, writin again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down
say I'm gifted I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes Impressin' the critiques when I'm boss an apprentice I see the future, within extensive vision I
't spare my rage F the Porsche-a You know I squash ya' Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I
can't blast out, maxed out [Chorus: Jean Grae - singing] How we gonna get away (away) I've been goin crazy here, I can't make it here and I see You want
avoidin that Dream team give life the ????? checks I give ya my all, Nothin less or more than that Com'on chops, Bring the chorus back [Hook x2] I'
wiser? Why haven?t I learned my lesson yet? And although I have made my love progresses I tend to learn as much as I forget Chorus 3x
wiser? Why haven't I learned my lesson yet? And although I have made my love progresses I tend to learn as much as I forget [Chorus 3x]
-O-U Fuck you [Chorus: x4] Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuck you (FUCK YOU!) [Verse 2:] I ain't a gangsta rapper (nah) I ain't a trapper neither But I'm
my ego's gettin stretched I've hidden my flesh, each stitch of well fitted garments Therefore I'm out of harm's length in my new Faultline armor Uh-oh