bad Maybe I can make you feel better Oh maybe I?m supposed to make you feel better I want to comfort you Unlike you I had it easy You?re dark blue Stained
'm supposed to make you Feel better I want to comfort you I want to comfort you I want to comfort you Ooh, unlike you I had it easy You're dark blue
Übersetzung: Kein Zweifel. Dark Blue.
bad Maybe I can make you feel better Oh maybe I?m supposed to make you feel better I want to comfort you Unlike you I had it easy You?re dark blue
's too bad Maybe I can make you feel better Oh maybe I'm supposed to make you feel better I want to comfort you Unlike you I had it easy You're dark blue
shades of blue Paint my soul to be with you I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones Draw your mouth to my own I'll draw your arms around my waist Then all doubt
the word, when I display my rappin forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast
: There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers
worthwhile [...you know, wait for the drop to come back in and all that and uh] It takes your day that's sad and blue [C'mon baby girl, sing
blocks locked on the westside Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds But never seen on the streets in the day time When it gets dark and the clock
: Alone in the dark of a blue cage I struggled against my fears My sanity broke through an unstable Sudden lucidity I saw my life as a circle Like
are times when I can help you out and times when you must fall There are times when you must live in doubt and I can't help at all Three blue stars
a rep, kept that gangsta step Blue crocka sacs or blue cordirouy house shoes on Flossin' for the hoodrats, gettin' my groove on Hangin' in the park 'til all hours of dark
lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door This is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting
is the word, when I display my rappin' forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have