family trees. But when the branches are bare and broken, Love is so hard to reach. We've learned to brace for the worst And to read the last pages first
Übersetzung: Sleeping At Last. Langsam und stetig.
: (feat. Tha Alkaholiks) [Tash] Yo, Ro'Gram where you at homey? [J-Ro] At nighttime I'm on the prowl, and I'm livin foul like Blackula Got a microphone
hoes peep, But me, I dont sleep So you know I catch you watchin While they comin with drama, I'm blockin and steady knockin The post is won out the box
mothafuckas how I stunt at da bar 'Cuz you startin' trippin' on me when you were in da crib sleep But you don?t even need to get started at all You know
and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door So I sleep with the big fo-fo But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow You know what they say, gotta
rest last night i had a talk with my momma then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow
block that nigga coolin' Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin' Niggas who flippin' new 98's is steady
hoes peep, But me, I don't sleep So you know I catch you watchin While they comin with drama, I'm blockin and steady knockin The post is won out the
patient Live life every day like it's yo last day Smoke some weed; dump your problems in the ashtray On Sunday shine yo glass like cascade Fuck moving slow
Yo, Ro'Gram where you at, homey? At nighttime I'm on the prowl and I'm livin' foul like Blackula Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first
I cried, asking God if she'd serve a purpose before she dies You can see it in my eyes, a brotha want to slow down I ain't mad at ya daddy 'cause you
Slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo Slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo Like a car crash at the race A pie right to the face Falling
lungs Get your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floor Go about this process slow, and feel the pain of my nigga Z-Ro Over money I lose sleep
and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door So I sleep with the big fo-fo But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow You know what they say gotta
