a different person and so long ago it's strange to me, there's no history But there's a past and she's telling everyone It must be a garden, that wouldn
he drown, I can't save the queen without a kingdom or a crown Somewhere in this lonely game of sympathy there is a selfish dream That makes me sick
Übersetzung: No Use For A Name. Let Me Down.
don't know anything about me An ocean a lake I need a place to drown Let's freeze the moment because we're going down Tomorrow you'll be gone You're
in the bricks Nigga gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch Every morning dope fiends looking for a fix They sick, fuck it they'll use they dog fit Everywhere a
down law, a new sheriff round here Get tore in a forrest, dare come around here I'm a country nigga, don't take me for no bammer When I say I use my hammer
a bitch like me Like O that can spit like me That can ass in a six like me Hold it down through your B.I.D Honestly you had the best of me but you a enemy
a back seat you can catch me like a taxi on the back street but god chooses to save us mayne pull us out and rep his name plus through jesus he pleases
just coming to an end Then it's better for me, to let go now Then to hold on, and let it hurt I gotta let it burn It's gonna burn for me to say this
down) Trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
name no shame Might open ya head foe mess broke change I stay posted like a flag (flag) Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag) Bounce wit me Cali body rock down
Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn! Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man
alot, we used to be in the Hampton's partied alot We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC We used to make up special names for the food
ain't going get me no where. Used to keep a nine milli for protection just in case a nigga want to take my bread, then a voice came down and said Akon use
put the blame on me I rather have them dollar bills rain on me Then let them haters come and make the name of me That's why [Chorus:] I get it in till
pass you by .... give the race a try All I wanted was a little dance with Lady Luck But she won't give me a chance What I could use was a little grace