It would appear for someone It happens all the time It would appear that somehow We're too far apart It happens all the time It happens all the time
翻訳: アイス後の. それはすべての時間の処理.
Thursday morning waking And lots of people crying But I thought I saw angels there Flying through the charnel air They whispered don't you worry For
somewhere It would appear for someone It happens all the time It would appear that somehow We're too far apart It happens all the time It happens all the time
got the world Singing in my hand Singing in my hand I've got the world Singing in my hand Singing in my hand Georgia I'm all for you Georgia I'm all
Green box is shadowing me I know where my God is In my tube screamer (Thanks to Alex for these lyrics)
chase? Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these whores what they after me for? Is it
cousin, my teeth already white yall gone make me floss for nothing, my teeth real diamonds what's the cause of the frontin', while yall got all caps on?, Don Cheadle Time
what happens after dark When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts And all the missionaries lose their bark Oh, all the trees are calling after you And all the venom snipers after
sand bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat
it Your cold, you touch its like ice In your eyes is the look of resenment I can sense it, and i dont like it [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kon Artis] It was
say, or break niggaz Survival of the fitist, it ain't me 'cuz I did it Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds And I owe it all to heart grimmin
shit happens all the time Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by? Would you fuck him or would you deny? Shit, it ain't like he don't know what
be more worthwhile, worthwhile And all it took was a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego Then pop, pop went my God Complex I never thought 19 years after
] Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these whores what they after me for Is it
these faggots made it? Fuck around with the don and get decapitated I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it Aiyyo the gangsta's back Stop it
for they loot, my brain, is out there Handy with an ice pick, pull it out and use it good In and out your temple blood is squirting all out there I'
they loot, my brain, is out there Handy with an ice pick Pull it out and use it good In and out your temple Blood is squirting all out there I'm
