me, stay with me No food for weeks I've never felt better We look better famished girl Hightail to the lush escape And leave our filthy world away Oh, poor me
, oh girl, you look better blurry angel Why do we need to be sanitary when the world's so filthy anyway? Oh poor me, oh poor you, ohhh Oh poor me
Übersetzung: From First To Last. Weltkrieg Me.
oh girl, you look better blurry angel Why do we need to be sanitary when the world's so filthy anyway? Oh poor me, oh poor you, ohhh Oh poor me,
me, stay with me No food for weeks I've never felt better We look better famished girl Hightail to the lush escape, And leave our filthy world away Oh poor me
: [Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill
own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things
from this state to that state from this cell to that cell, as the world turns) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world
it and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous I'd still leave 'em in tha streetz, you can't blame us (lady luv) cause when they catch me without my
with a blanket round his feet. At first I didn't place him the way you often do, but the last time I'd seen him he sat next to me at school. Where will
pair stiletto shoes in my Tahoe Never know what type of a hoe inside of my ride I may let Last night at 5 AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday
1876 Using this Thomas Edison improved a bit See he invented a machine that played a two-minute disk After Bell invented the telephone in '76 Time Frame After World War
out the house nigga M.A.F. cracked at top so bring it nigga you want war? you got war what you waitin for? hit me up nigga, show me what you dying for
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last
t knowin Now she'd die for me, piece of the pie and hit the sky for me Get on the stand, testify, the whole nine for me Obviously I'm here to make this
a gun Look at me mamma what I become It's a, monsta, gangsta, fast But I want to, thank ya for the last Thirty-three Becuase everybodys heard of me And