what you see? this is all of me so here I wait for you I'm not at all displeased (with you) eventually I'll be left here feeling empty again I'm still
翻訳: いいえ瓢箪鯰. 空.
' and scratchin' is the name of the game Now here's a little somethin' 'bout nosy people It's not real hard, it's plain and simple Baby-D Supersonic Supersonic Supersonic motivating
I'm steady tryna find a motive (Motive) Why I do what I do? Freedom ain't gettin' no closer (Closer) No matter how far I go My car is stolen (Stolen)
don't take it to a further extent Locked up and they won't let me out When I hit my cell block, niggaz know the threat me out I'm steady tryin' to find a motive
to go, can't sit still Look for a motive in the time that I kill Thinking of ways to fill up my empty days To fill up my empty days Hard to believe
You've got your motive you set the scene So how about another taste or would you like to remind me why we're here As I walk to the water to cleanse off
tragedy struck Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can
unconscious But them pins got popped Now they got me on the run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive
stressin', I need a victim so I can hit him And 30 days in the hole is cold, but watch me ride wit him I'm steady tryin' to find the motive, why do
with me You can't keep a good thing on a string You've got to give it room to breath It may leave an empty space A little motivation goes a long way
Chorus: I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt turn it inside
Threading hollow motives and silence is the sound Throw this all away, remove these words past recognition We purge belief from empty promises, throw
[AKON] Im steady tryna find a motive, Why do what i do?, Freedom aint gettin no closer, No matter how far i go, My car is stolen, no registration
that which means your end Rise up, O Mahummuhu The Judgement is passed The treachery is clear They shalt become empty like the wind The emptiest of
