into your light and shout Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old, feeling so cold She is the torch
翻訳: ソフトセル. トーチ.
it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell
swang tied at my face telling lies gettin niggas wise tied up and raped similar to the mob it's deeper than rap all you niggas gettin robbed at the cell
tied at my face telling lies gettin niggas wise tied up and raped similar to the mob it's deeper than rap all you niggas gettin robbed at the cell
its time to quit and my rhyming is shit Thinking I'm in the rough but I just tee'd off I'll make the putt in two strokes and I supposed to be soft And
you clapped with the iron That just leads to more stress, more drama and crying In my hood, everything is a crime I know 8 year olds, with cell phones
thousand and one In the silhouette, standing erect Tower projects, insects cling to the steps Oral sex, my head blessed Backwards (steamed in conquest?) The cello
