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ik trek steeds naar het water
De plek waar ik het liefste kom

Waar ik ga of sta, welk pad ik loop
Welke weg ik ga tussen vrees en hoop
Alles

up like
Kane entrance in wrestling
Mask on my face like I'm measuring heroin
Everything I write on the
Pad is scripted medicine
To bust your head like

een pad terwijl niemand weet welke
Maar wat we ook willen
We willen allemaal uiteindelijk hetzelfde

De één die kijkt omhoog en vouwt z'n handen
De

dag en zo geschiedde
De dagen werden weken ondertussen was ik weg
Steeds vaker op pad

Voor een toekomst voor de kleine
Om voor mezelf te bewijzen
Dat

him run up in my pad
(Old snitch-ass nigga)
And they booked me for the gat
That I had under the pillow

Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight

just to stay at my pad, and no gas
When dreams turn bitter and I know I’m not a quitter
I repaint the picture and start with something clearer
I know

and the game a hell of a lust
Walk on my path and summon it up

I'm still in the past i been on the pad
Yeah some of us bad i'm one of the cast
I wrote it

rather drive
Fill the car with smoke and coffee cups
Oh, as much as it might take to stay alive
Tore a page off of the legal pad
I found lions still

akh
Shotting white packs
No side main just Louis side bags
And then I went and turned
Ko-Lee Noodles into Thai pad
Got Amiris for every day of the month

her insecurity
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup
No one sees the me inside of me

Jesus, you're making me sound
Like Air Supply!

Keep

Zbytočne hľadáte cestu k nám, vchod neotvoríš

Chcete nás vidieť na kolenách ale to nejde
Pád nadol je niečo čo sa nikdy neudeje
Sme príliš inde ako vy

than what I had
Said motherfuck complacency
That top floor penthouse pad
 that's the place for me
She fronted when my pockets wasn't lit
And now she

a controller pad, trust me
I'm not playing this game

Trust me, I ain't buying the hype
Rusty, I'm banging it twice (Phew)
'Tussy, lot of red in the Sprite
Ugly,

Or a silly pad?
This ain't gon' change nothing
I just think it's really sad

In the land of make believe, you are all mine
In the land of make believe, I'm

collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade

on them menstrual cycle
With them thin pads for medium to lite flow
Me and the 13th wonder
We got them ill rhymes
Independent hustle jot it to
Paper while

Rock like cave men some tool up at night and
Walk upright like homo sapien
Folk gon' put they faith in
Driving pen and pad to get that cake in
To feed

Get a pen and pad dido this one stop at 62
I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda like the window
Back of the Volvo limo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if
Ain't

with my first pad, pen
Listening to Pac when they sniped him
Damn
Now I'm still writing, reciting & rocking with a mic in palm
It's like 10 years gone

Grew up mostly at my momma's pad
And used to get clowned when I went to class
For speaking with an accent
So when I went back home
I only spoke English

and a pad and the sins from my past
To repent in the form of these gems for the lads 
Through these hymns that I had
And somethin' else, oh, yeah, tend

van, bullion van
Bu-bu-bu, bullion van, bullion van
Make my money pass bullion van, bullion van

No dey carry shoulder pad
Owo t'ona yen, sh'ole pa?

voor jou Goliat staan, dat ek jou groot gemaak het om te weet jy is 'n man so na
Aan God se hart

Weet die pad gaan draaie loop
Deurpad, grondpad,

staan
Staan op ek wil ons foto raam

Ken jy die pad na Hermanus toe?
Dis daar waar die groot visse lê
Maar dan vat jy die afdraai na Gansbaai
Dis daar