翻訳: トラストカンパニー. ホバー（ピアノバージョン）.
dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it Fuck that, you can trust
t get another chance with the heart that you break, Gave you my trust, just threw that trust away, Can't get back in my heart, can't get back in my heart Piano
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flows over the piano? Droppin it good
bitches Oh, I know you can I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around with the piano nigga Just drop that
Yo, now how it feel? Yo [Verse 1 - Talib Kweli] It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
could be myself and do away with their disguise I advise, homies to stay homies few people you can trust, so the OG's told me when I was just a shawty strummin' my guitar playin' my piano
Breaks me softly, fireflies take flight The sandman you must trust He sprinkles golden dust The howling of the owl Makes me sleepwalk on clouds A thousand pianos
of my lungs, about my guns and my loved ones Got tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin' your channel, you played like a fuckin' piano Ridin' slow
the house And maybe you'll meet someone new" She could've tried but she didn't have time She had a five year old to feed She had ballet class, piano
? 'Cause it makes me frown Yeah, it makes me frown It's hard to find hope But maybe we can learn to cope By listening to one another It's a trust thing
piano Ridin' slow through Cali like I'm ridin' a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust
all you like I'll tell you something It's my children they'll have no choice but to say Welcome back Victoria I trust your piano legs are covered up
see Cause she'll walk along beside me up to golden stairs Oh they'll never never take her love from me What a fool I was to go and break the trust she
My generation's for sale, beats a steady job How much have you got? My generation don't trust no one It's hard to blame, not even ourselves The thing
