noses It's all so different now It's the tune comedy plays us Will we be rectified at the end of it all? Or completely faceless? It's all a fluke hid
翻訳: 自己. それはすべてのエンド.
else I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is
line about it is a, never was, is all he'll ever be He can't resist the paranoid delusions of a narcissist It doesn't matter anyway 'cause he's a self
it (You couldn't handle it) [Verse 3: G. Dep (P.Diddy)] Yo! At the end of the day what a playa 'gon do? (Badboy) You got love for me, It's how supposed
[Incomprehensible] So strong for so long All I wanna do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want
the belly of the beast that already swallowed us It's the end of the world and we know it It's the end of the world And we know it So afraid of what
Gd Up From The Feet Up ABCDEF Im A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O
ain't finna shoot, shoot End up head bump, bloody nose, loose tooth Whoop a nigga ass by his self or with a group too Who? Fight back, oh, it like that
guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls down Children eat your bread Little children eat your bread 'Cuz it all, all falls down Telling you all, it
And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah It's your fucking nightmare (While your nightmare comes to life) Can't wake up and sweat 'Cause it ain
Ooh How we do it It's all about the music It's all about the music Everyday, day It seems it's getting shorter As the world turns round and round These
. Boom! Hit the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit
we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but
he flossin' cash and jewelry Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life It
