: You're calling out And no one pays attention Looks like everything is still the same It's nothing we can change Charity is an illusion No one really
You're calling out And no one pays attention Looks like everything is still the same It's nothing we can change Charity is an illusion No one really
Übersetzung: Face To Face. Anybody Listening?.
these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [
I don't need much and that ain't no lie Ain't runnin' any race Give to me my country pie I won't throw it up in anybody's face Shake me up that old peach
mine cuz im tellin Any you niggaz run up again That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in Boy you betta listen listen listen (Listening to
Mic Stand Now Excite Hands Down Deleting Competition And Still Stand Proud Constructive Over Your Head Still Productive Got You Hanging Off My Words Class Be Seductive Ya Had Enough Kid Relax And Listen
dissastifaction completes me wholly wait left and right you love me why not i love you Doesn't trouble anybody My sadness doesn't equal your sadness That simple Then simply strum this love song you Listen
t strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it A nigga flesh on me, I can't really- I couldn't hold it, G I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like
your car, with your ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost
it never helps (And I never know) Where you like to go when you're all alone And why you can't be reached, does anybody know? You're breaking up again, Are you listening
: I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fucking go!! I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Nooo!!) Cause I'm sick like a diseased
the damn cake Now there's crumbs all over the damn place And she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood planned parenthood Cause I never
: (Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funny Man this shit ain't funny I have a problem And I need help I mean goddamn look at
will be no repalcement and them bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement face it... when ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen
playas to be paid If you didn't hear me crystal clear Maybe you need a hearing aid, I-C-K is claimin' cap No doubt it's playas in the South Listen close
and D-Loc & Dalima) Welcome To Misery Where The Killers Pop It Up Whenever I Say It And Deal It At The Turn Of The Gun We Can Do It If Anybody Want It