Well, well, hello and how are you? Fancy seeing you here, don't let it show No look, no one must know Why? They're playing 'Tracks of my tears' Just
Übersetzung: Faces. Last Orders bitte.
shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up And not be a quitter no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face. [Verse: Eminem
: [Verse 1:] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp Blood game mothafucka call me red alert Young Carter kill in order
He don't give me orders He don't condescend Suddenly Seymour Is here to provide me Sweet understanding Seymour's my friend [SEYMOUR] Tell me this feeling lasts
go eat inside." I said "I'm wearin' bunny slippers So I ain't leavin' this ride..." Now a woman on a speaker box Is sayin' "Can I take your order, please
go eat inside" I said, "I'm wearin' bunny slippers So I ain't leavin' this ride" Now a woman on a speaker box Is sayin', "Can I take your order, please
him Cheatin' all on him visa spendin' it on me And it's cool whenever C come, leavin' it on him Chea, that's what I like about ya Keepin' it young and in order
we performin' Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place Because this shorty right here lookin' good in my face Ay yo it's so deep, I told Shorty just last
on him visa spendin it on me And it's cool whenever C come, leavin it on him Chea, that's what i like about ya Keepin it young and in order My number
Moonlit faces, ghostly white Robed in midnight leather Death, heads adorn their necks But they have lived forever Malign, nocturnal predators In the
Lil' Wayne] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp, Blood game muthafucka call me red alert, Young Carter kill in order
up my last meal And I was thinking of you then Oh, my Rose Marie Two guards walked me to that prison wall, The preacher reads a prayer But your face
it got right, copped me another gun [Verse 3: Crypt The Warchild] These punk bitches get the bozak the gas face I feel like Earnhardt in his last race This last
I'd win a trophy Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked God please help, too much grim to look
pour And I hate when you state it that all of us act the same And I just can't let it go so when I'm on stage I look into the faces of all the people
No return... {*repeat 6X*} [Verse One] Yo, scientists gather in a secret place to debate They photographed the Earth from space and saw my face They
