I'm sorry for once I want nothing to do with you I guess im through I'm finding that nothing I said even mattered true - to you I'm sorry that this time
[Performed as Big Blue Monkey] I'm sorry for once I want nothing to do with you I guess im through I'm finding that nothing I said even mattered true
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. Nichts zu beweisen.
by greedy landlords Who want to throw them out for higher rents These rich slum lords go to ruthless extremes to evict poor tenants And nothing seems
like the queen on a chess board Bitches talk slick, but they ain't got nuttin for me When I'm in they terriotory, it's a whole 'nother story We never
's nothing but a coincidence I'll admit it looks kind of shadey from the outside looking in The situation is serious but people don't comprehend I was 17 years
nothing to 'em but count this money And put my team on and now my whole clique stunning Boy wat's up, yeah? Boy wat's up, yeah? When I was nine years
your bitch your way, I told her she can crash here Yeah, I'm counting people like the cashier Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my last year
and bought a jerry curl and some crack to slice So I can do my own thing the street life I didn't understand good So I started gang banging to prove
corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
when you have an answer for everything, how many fingers, heads or tales. try smiling when you rhyme, you'll like it, take a break. going fast proves nothing
so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice Where in reality they're nothing but passive observers. Passive observers do nothing but
running cause I don't belong and there's nothing here to hold me strong And I heard them say the end is near the New York Times said it's the story of the year
spray from the Tommy Gun Body goes numb and ya eye lids close From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low 'Cause my trigger finger only do nothing
Out My Santa Clause, And Make The Holidays Burn You Can Call Me The Grinch, Cause Y`all Are Nothing But Hoos Just Another Bunch Of Phony Acts With Nothing To Prove
