my way back Find my way back home Tonight streetlights and cars Remind me I'm so far, so far, so far and gone When I'm far and gone walking on a city
翻訳: 火の日. の標準ライセンス契約、およびFARとゴーン.
is, he's in over his head He could lose control, And that I dread There has been talk They say he's gone too far He's locked himself away In his
to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
you thought would end your song ?song? / lifts up and now . . . the feeling?s gone feelings gone And you
who was wearing his best pair of tennis shoes. The Wolf was closing in on the Duck. It was getting closer and closer and closer and then and then....
might be fired, yep everybody gon' run? Naw, shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day Fire! Here I come, come And you don't wanna see, we like that '
'm slow dancin' with destiny every day until then When I first got my big break, I said that I would never bend And discredit my character to keep up or contend And
, I'm cool and tight Straight tryin to set the bar so you never can say I'm alright Eyyy Lil Twist and J-Bar, Young Money SOD superstars going far Chorus
near? Is he far? Bring peace to my black and empty heart So long day, so long night Oh Lord, be near me tonight Is he near? Is he far? Bring peace to
just met and I just fucked you But I do know one thing though Bitches they come they go Saturday through Sunday Monday Monday through Sunday yo Maybe I'll love you one day
are gone and nothing's quite the same L.a. is so far away and I can't Stand another day Without you by my side Keep the fires burning Keep the fires
't got a cup to piss in But he got a barrel gun and that's knuckle twitching And he got a baby, moms and a cousin bitching Went to catch a body now, he
Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin' H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin' Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's Named Panama and Enrique and
gone kill some more (This shit is real and oh, so true) Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more (Nigga, you never know when you gone die) Murda mo, niggas, gone
far again you went to far this time with your confidence you sent back directions you file on my reaction fire me up with common sense you sent back distraction you fire
Escape from Hell watch the Gods be real What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? Goin' through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and
