I set my eyes on my destination And separation took my life Something's... in me ... somthings... in me Now the clock is ticking My life's been now reduced to one My
翻訳: マイアメリカンハート. フェイト.
Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, killers in the country today
somethin' home To quiet the Stomach rumblings My demeanor Thirty years my senior My childhood Didn't mean much Only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics Raisin' my
to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my heart
:] Im from the west coast bitch keep the record straight Got jumped back in 88 Gangbangin is my fate Change head with a duck tail In my back i got
t cry about the fates Grab a stasg of casg And plan a rest'rant in the States Let me stop for a bit This was my greatest hit Miss Saigon, in her crown
crowds go home I can feel you, I can feel Amsterdam I can feel I can feel My killer my shadow, my killer my shadow My shadow, my, my, my killer, killer
was drivin' blind With my heart wide open It was just a matter of time I didn't see the signals I was drivin' blind, drivin' blind Got bombs in my pocket
way she treats me now And keeps me down, stealing all my energy I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity Not dealing with my tendencies I peel
Hope you can hear me I'm crying through my heart [Fredro Starr] When I first heard the track it made me cry Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even
my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
Picture the morning, taste and devour We rise early, pace up the hour Streets is rustling, hustling they heart out You can't have the sweet with no sour
My heart is poundin', the devil keeps soundin' But he don't want my money, he wants my soul So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow My stomach
heart Left hand from a heart Right hand from a heart Left hand from a left shoulder To the heart. fillmore, fillmore ... Nobody can dance like studebacher
and tuck my fate for several levels Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils My breath resembles the smell of flowers
old = familiar sound don't know exactly what it is but it's a part of me and = now it's getting very loud i hear, i hear, the voices in my head Submitted
