Instrumental
翻訳: キングクリムゾン. 平和のテーマ.
There's no holding me back I'm not driven by fear I'm just driven by anger And you're under attack Just climbing up slowly I'm the one and only The
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up Tell security
you have to open up When you need a little love Every night when your heart is praying for peace From a noise in your head, yeah There's a light that
city of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her just like a
, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion
to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in' a hooptie Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G" Got to bang a nigga and bang a
band now think of all the people we new in our passed who passed on they in heaven found peace at last piture a place that they exist together there has to be a
violence, blend me with peace Combine me with hate and I can't face defeat I did it all in a week Still incomplete as I stand on my feet It take a lot
me with peace combine me with hate and I can't face defeat (nope) I did it all in a week still incomplete as I stand on my feet it take a lot to still
them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A
for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand (x2) Let's go to war To make peace Let's be cold
the words of a love song The ballad of a dove Go with peace and love Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them
gifts God gives us Have no one to love them It's the kind of thought that kills You twice on the way down You might forget them but you're not nice
m a bad bitch, I ain't never been a mixed breed On a diet but I'm doing donuts in a six speed M-M-M6 from a M2 I see a lot of rap bitches on the menu
shaved. Got the cover off a '68. I fired it up, and let them horses sing. A little pretty thing. A little tan leg Georgia dream. She's a rockin' them