A million miles an hour We swallowed dotted lines tonight We ingest the pavement Ignored the passing lines And the streets they call our names They call
a million miles an hour we swallow dotted lines tonight and we ingest the pavement ignore the passing lights and the streets they call our names they
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. Sleep.
' me go four times Platinum I add a kid to "My Life", he's almost two I guess what I'm tryin' to say is thank you For over ten years of the ghetto gospel
rolling stone he never knew what family was he grew up in a broken home Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown 'cause ever since twelve years
because it seems to me that i wake up and sleep look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between but i remember counting days down 'til the year
I could take. I want to sing with my friends and never go home, dance all night and never be alone. This feels so good. Quick call the cops it's another year
I feel 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
to drag him down Some are fast and some take years and years Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep He finally found the sound but
here and there to see which programme's most happening If feel really bored can also bury (your) head have a good sleep Watch sun up and set no big deal about it Yet to despair throughout the year
to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories
nastically nasty G Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype Recognize the type? Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life I had a story
Montana Whatever you are, homie, bikers and bandanas Riders who cock hammers or soldiers who roll deep I?m a child of the night, homie I don?t sleep
you. Was it so long ago That we sat and talked in your car Your things were all packed And the place you were headed not really that far Years later
: [Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)] (Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city (Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be
love under the Siccamore tree Which makes me A more sicker emcee my momma would claim At 10 pounds when i was born i didn't give her no pain Although through the years
