at you that way) Tonight I'll make my way into your house I must, I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite,
you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite,
Übersetzung: From First To Last. ... Und wir haben alle ein Hell.
you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite, but
at you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite
with the windows up That's the way I role baby We can do it all niqht then we can wake up make up and do it aqain Hey I'm a hit it from da back Cause
with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people
A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other
the game was wild And the fame was a plot to try to change me And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came Now the whole world is calling me a, killer All
can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
Commin' out the court house all about mail and bank Never die be a hustler mothafuckas And makin' thugs out you suckas. From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From
't stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a
jail cell It feel like a movie I'm getting so woozy from this hell smell Bailed and breathed in hells air My first day here I had to get down with a nigga
have we done? Lord what have we done (done)? Look what we've done! Look what we've become! Lord what have we become? (come) [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] Richest
Ain't no sympathy when it says goodbye, no one even cried We were one of a kind One of a kind Love left me stranded at the station And the last train
have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak are to wither and moan Only the strong will continue
charge of cosmos Charging at us from unearthly distance I challenge the universe It's the choice between heaven and hell My soul bears all the weight
Not sure I understand his questioning He says I've been away a while But thinks he has cured me From a state of catatonic sleep For 30 years Where have
