翻訳: デッド. リアル.
in my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over
my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over my
how it's goin' down You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels Look at that ring right there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest
load they clips I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy Spill the champagne on them p-ssies Yeah, same shit different rest room Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
that you would just leave Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real There
real excited now i'm all inside it, you can feel it warming you gonna scream to god i go hard, i'm from brooklyn ... on my war wounds, looking at my tattoos
m the stitch that holds together all this shit which makes everyone of y'all my bitch [Pre-Chorus] With this kiss I am your Judas and I stand with wounded
Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me That pulls beneath the surface
Look at earth from outer space Everyone must find a place Give me time and give me space Give me real, don't give me fake Give me strength, reserve control
catch you if you fall my way Sooo... Repeat -1- -3- I know it never felt so real I know it never felt so true I know you never felt like this 'til I wound
never real I wanna let go of the pain I?ve felt so long (Erase all the pain till it?s gone) I wanna heal, I wanna feel Like I?m close to something real
never real I want to let go of the pain I felt so long (Erase all the pain till it's gone) I wanna heal, I wanna feel Like I'm close to something real
Can't slow me down, I'd go on I've learned how to deal and when to fight I know what's real, I know what's right I'm not afraid, a wounded dove I can
third of a human [Incomprehensible] Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe 'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein' real I don'
to care and excuses don't count Yeah, the real nigga blues Short sticks and long brooms Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom Bullet wounds
learned my lesson well, I?m not lovin? anymore If I seem like a jaded man I?ve been burned time and again By the flames of love, Lord above Knows I try real
