I can't go wrong. Holding on. But I know right now I'll never make it. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow. And figure out where to begin. Then maybe I won
is right then I cant go wrong Holding on But I know right now I'll never make it Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow And figure out where to begin Maybe I wont
Übersetzung: Home Grown. Morgen.
Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow
: [2Pac] As the world turns.. As the world turns my ni**az grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got
sword But there'll always be tomorrow Just you wait and see If they come to take you prisoner I'll be there to set you free Mother said, I'm grown up
: Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio
book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home
s just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get off the bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders
and then they didn't tell me Just because you left home, this is Tone...Yo you see I flip stones Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned
it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma got to say I don't care what grandmomma got to say Nigga I'm grown Let me tell
serenade for the moment, then we part ways What a child girl, quiet at home, huggin' the pilow and phone Now you're grown, rollin' bones, holdin' your
gleaming He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones This highway is long but I know some that are longer By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home Through
to young for dem clothes? I know you think you grown, but let him see your mind, not the crack of your behind Baby take your time, and realize, tomorrow
hip hop Back on the block Back on the block [VERSE 1: Ice-T] Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the
as a mob figure But to me he was much bigger he was like a father figure All that crooked shit he did he never let us see Welcome me into his home givin
