Lyrics:
eyes
While there's no one by my side
Like a rose but it dies
I've had the lyrics in my mind
Ima
Dream of a ghost
Leave me alone
Drink on the hope
chase, I just hit the drink, never mix it with cola
I cant trust no fake, I just the papes and spanakopita
Guess I cant love you, Guess I'm so horny, Guess
he's an opper
And he don't like BK, but he's still gon' her
(On gang)
That man in the mix, he a DJ
I juuged a Hispanic plug like Enrique
He told me he
I know that when I look into the sky
Someone's staring right back, gives me some peace of mind
Maybe it's God or maybe it's Father time
But whatever
okay
Yes ma thank you
By for now love you
TY Mix
the best keep playing, what are you telling me
Ka m afulu iru yi
Ka Mike Tyson iga enye m nti yi
All man nenilim
Back then mgbe obu so penny ji m
Now they
him that this ain't the way and he ignored me
This all he know, how he gon' grow if I don't speak up for him?
He catchin' hits, I'm out the mix, so he
need a mix chick, know that God did it
I need a bitch that's really gonna vibe with me
Tired of this hating ass, pussy ass niggas swear to God
Hands up
Black and white watching money leading men astray
Falling in and out of light as the Heavens spray
Uh, we mix the whiskey with the lemonade
Uh, was
cause it's true
But with humor and me it's less funny, more funny when it's you
That's the rules that we play by
So I never laughed and cried
had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill
[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?
[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace
never really gets easy
But hold on! It gets better, kid, you gotta believe me
It's hard to keep breathing in this kind of pressure
That leaves your soul
here, you gotta drop one last gem on them
Knahmsayin?
Immortal Technique: No question, it's like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but
love songs,
TV only gives me bad news.
It makes me scream and bleed,
When all the sadness comes together.
Scream and bleed,
Everything starts to matter
they're complacent, commercial rhymes is basic
But you can't see me like radio-waves on wireless stations
I flow from the invisible cup
Immortalist swimming
Grace is the song I sing
All that You've done for me
Staring at a stop sign
Watching people drive by t Mac on the radio
Got so much on your mind
have your ass twirling
Niggas know if they ever fuck with me
The police gonna have to come
Get me off your ass
I don't really give a fuck
Bitch
stallin'
While we ridin' by, claims she really be diggin' me
Lovin my style she feelin' me
She like the way I jig on a beat
Jig on a beat
Huah! Hunna,
Mojžiš
Chcela by skákať na hríbik jak Mário
Že sa jej páčilo, chcela fellatio
Na každom koncerte srdce ju pálilo
Žere to aj keď nehraje to rádio
Porazím
alone
Misery loves company
And if you're feeling anything like me
You're tired of sitting by yourself at home
That's why I'm going with the simple
like a radio
Why do we get wounded when we love?
She sang my name and I made her cry
And I will be laid into my grave
Never really understanding
possible
Jew, Gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness
Not by
dance to that sexy radio show
Our hips locked tight
Your neck sweating glow
All sweet night, we'd cook
Supper slow
And oh by the way
You left
And it don't stop all for the love of Hip Hop
It's the Fast Crew coming whether you're ready or not
Girls grab a guy do ya dance show me what ya got
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