(D.Gutter) looking out my window I see all i need though clouds may threaten rainy days the whistle of the wind, and the whisper of the breeze I see blue
looking out my window, I see all I need Though clouds may threaten rainy days The whisper of the wind, the whistle of the breeze I see blue sky far away
Übersetzung: Rustic Overtones. Fake Face.
going to end as your lies crumble down a new life she has. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. Face down
s going to end as your lies crumble down a new life she has. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. Face
once in a while blame the world for it?s inside how can we hide, how can we smile how can we smile and how can we lie in the face of a child that is
I won?t move, I can?t move I can?t get out of your way I don?t believe that I?m the reason of anxieties you fake, you won?t break another face kicking
push dat dro Ya know da work in the house go get in dat door, I make dat money jizzle shake dat money yea ya know I'm ballin I fake dat money all in my
let's roll [Chorus: 5th Ward Weebie] I need a, need a, need a big fine woman who can work dat ass She pretty in the face but she can work dat ass A do
t want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine Men (Yep) I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face I'
kite So tell them hoes that there, and see what they say They can't fuck you, but I can knock them off any day So get your hand out my face, 'fore I
list A P-poppin' bitch no disresp P-Poppin' bitch no disresp P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth But there's a pussy in your face
you blow it nigga Your door get kicked in, we want your yay High powered AK, false move and your face no trace Beat the case, go to the weight Make sure it ain't a fake
clear the corner, you cant run, dont try I'm high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch [Lil Wayne] Load it up with black gats and macs Pay attention to gun blastin And fake
don't give a fuck bout them Look [B.G.] I'ma lil' nigga that will down you Let off fifty rounds at you and If you fake I don't want to be no where around
you lack the spunk and you lack the style, and you lack the poise And all you MC's sound like little boys Actin like hardrocks, STARIN in my face BACK
Chasin' pavements 'til the day of amazin' payment Success is the fragrance on my Bathin' Ape apron Pull your face up out your anus and face this Darth
