Lyrics:
die, ain't nobody gonna remember you)
When you die, ain't nobody gonna remember you
If you don't know me by now, I don't want you to
None of your
(Nickatina)
It started out with Captain Crunch Cereal, an old turn table and a radio.
In my young mind I was the mother fuckin' Imperial.
Local drug
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
Every day is the same day
It never changes
I hump the nine to five
I do what I do just to get by
I'm always
to kings, queens, niggas, bitches, and hoes
Yeah we keepin' it simple, we keepin' it real groovy
One time live again and all that
All that, all that, all
I learned from the D-Boys
Raised by the Hustlas
Idolize Killas
and the fear never touches ya
Praise all customers
product quality was
better then
Yeah
Uhm
Live at PAC
Check!
Yesterday, made today
All the pain stored spread the page
I want to be happy
Like you, my background view
Different from
Well I wrote a few songs and then the word got along
I was signing the line with my name
Well by the summer we hit with a rockin' number one
Half past nine
I send you a text, soon as that sun dropped
Kill my headlights
Pull up, pick you up out by the mailbox
You'd lay the seat back
a little more oh yeah
Sell your soul for a single
I know that you're out there listening
To every single word I say
Dreaming of your platinum status
Nie znałem języka wcale, słuchałem muzyki z radio
Na płytach "Tata Kazika" na falach Whitney i Clapton
Tak mi zostało do dzisiaj, kasety, CD i smartfon
At night we'd drive off to the old field
And play the radio too loud
Singing songs about escaping
We'd smoke until we saw the sun
Yeah we'd laugh until we
the ceremony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears, yeah
As Summer's
feet Under
Bury man Lyrically
You ain't getting no Roses!
Had your Time and the Power
Song by Queen that's Radio Ga-Ga
Me ne Goons we out in the Hood
Drives all day just to ride one time
Then back on the road to the next rodeo
It's not about fame, it's not about the glory
It's all about the buckle
anymore
I've been running like the wind
Packing up again
Singing like my life depends on it
Yeah I'm running like the wind
Never settled in
Funny how my
We played heads-up in a car in Seattle
God rock on the radio
You look like a superstar
And Dom got into Juilliard
And I'm really bad at heads-up
of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
BLUES HAD BEEN MY HANDLE
Years ago I got me a CB radio
So I'd be safer on the road at night
That's how I came to know a trucker, "Jersey Joe"
Radio givin' severe weather warnings
You don''t choose fate, fate chooses you
I got to your house as the black skies opened
We were all alone,
困于沙漠
装疯卖傻
Let‘s turn off the radio...
(我还是把键盘侠的谩骂关掉吧...)
背负代价
I'm doing a good！Bro！
(我演出费终于起飞了！好兄弟！)
Bridge：
我无法否认 权利者游戏
我无法否认 贫穷的差距
我无法否认 我身不由己
我无法否认
see my curls
Pain in my head under
Pressure I hear the thunder
Guesswork - it's that kind of world
Yeah I feel the swirl
All is the present
There's
of them by the time that Christmas is here
I wish they'd remember
It's only bloody September
And Christmas is not till December
(It's an early Christmas
If someone out there's selling one-way tickets to the edge of the world
Yeah
I think I'll go and buy me some
Coz I can't even find my peace while
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