think of you. Days like these, Everyday. Everyday. Its raining outside now, And I'm soaking wet. Wish I could stop the rain, From washing me away. Water gets in my
翻訳: マイラストミステイク. 日常.
I think of you. Days like these, Everyday. Everyday. Its raining outside now, And I'm soaking wet. Wish I could stop the rain, From washing me away. Water gets in my
dirt in my time 'Cause the devil was stressing my mind Messing with my mind nigga Bone don't know, every day they lie Turn to realize that everyday I
' firm in my faith Stand not in my way, stand not in my way 'cause I'm a soldier ready for Armageddon, prepared for my day Make no mistake-stake-stake
My mama said, she can't handle him But still, I'm looking at the bright side But I view it through my other eye, 'cause it's a different color sky Then the last
through, they make it arrival My boo is gon' ride, you know I am gon' ride, too Make an M everyday, I am gon' try to, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my
, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
won't cease 'cause everyday we believe We will, hold on and hold out, put it together And make it work somehow This is, this for Malcolm and music My story, my
just us illin (and it don't stop!) [cuban link] I got rubies on my uzi's and gems on my mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match
help! Servin cane and the tears'll flow down my face Hard not to frown around this place My homey just went down for eight My other one just got found
ass bitch at my side But I got some bomb ass weed in my ride) Nothin but notches, booches Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay The
this mark, this nigga made my homie Die in my arms had to put a slug in his heart Mother fuck that stuff it was just a grudge on his part My boy was
be tha sweetest but tha style I flex is crazy. Never again, know struggles, see Mo Thug, we on tha rise, everyday I feel tha swisha as my method of tha
I could have been gone so many times before Murda Mo is chasing me I'm barely escaping it My instincts is tellin' me that I might not live long in my life My
faded sweatshirt you forgot was hanging on the closet door but its all right its not the point you enter treating everyday like it could be your last
know you're so afraid but I can't write the wrongs he did I know you saw the lipstick on my window And wonder how many chicks been to my home I done my
't really no me, y'all just know 'bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me compile with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin' and my mother
