die Then you'll be satisfied It's a disappointing day for you You know I'm still alive... alive... You know I'm still alive... alive...
Übersetzung: Blesse. Alive.
to die Then you'll be satisfied It's a disappointing day for you You know I'm still alive... alive... You know I'm still alive... alive...
Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I'm alive man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'ma blaze it in My
: This is the moment that we come alive I'm handing out the breath and the kiss I'm electric with the snap and the crackle of creation I'm mixing up
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean All the hills are a blaze with the morn's yellow haze Come into my arms, bonnie Jean Jean, you're young and alive
conviction Is apathy at best Better move with a quickness Or get shit-canned like the rest No-one taught you how to run with the pack So blaze your own
ll be buried deep Let me be the one that fortune favours Even good children got shallow graves Throw another clown to the lions Throw another Joan on the blaze
: [Talking] As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz Walkin' the bloody trail, followin
H-O-L-Y, murder's my lullaby Never cry, when they wish I would die, no alibi I bust intoxicated, lyrics alive and animated I'm the operator, plus I pocket
: Fare thee well my bright star I watched your tailights blaze into nothingness But you were long gone before I ever got to you Before you blazed past
in the dark I been up in the office you might know him as Clark Just when you thought the whole world fell apart, I Take off the blazer loosen up the tie Step inside the booth Superman is alive
got to lose before you realize that it's probably true? Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do Shit I paid my dues, I made the news I came in the door for dolo, blazed
she?ll see a broken heart, if she turns around but aint no going back, this is how it must be he told her, she?ll be burned alive she just told him trust
own money" if we ever did split up How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers Uh, Picasso was alive
! Me shot pussy-hole fi fun [Nas Escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze
gettin' a lap dance Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids) As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig' John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some
