my pocket That I didn't know I had. I didn't trust. That there were people like you in this world. But I guess. That's what tears are for. This
Übersetzung: Der Swift. Was Tears Are Für.
This is Menage-a-trois for your mental, diggin' out the instrumental I drive you wild like a rental [Kung-fu movie dialogue] The tiger extreme techniques, are
thought it was safe to make a name for yourself, the blows delf You get stripped for your belt, run your garments Feather-weights don't know what you
for understandin Come together Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears
like my life is on the line For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip Really gon' let ya niggaz know what's on my mind When ya getting out of
: (Hey, hey) (chorus) Gotta who? Gotta have a what? (x3) Gotta what yo Gotta get a ruffneck(Hey, hey) I need it and I want it so I gotta get a Ruffneck
longing eyes and primal sighs I wish for you to stay with me Rid your mind of the impending prophecy You are not what you wish, but what you are
true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
an interview not you two) You gonna be late for soundcheck Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best You know what
This is how it goes Give me your attention, stop what you're doin and listen up Because my partner in rhyme is about to tear it up Jeff, is if someone
Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh Some DJ's are even def But here's a little somethin' about my DJ The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat,
safe To make a name for yourself, the blows delf You get stripped for your belt, run your garments Feather-weights don't know what you involve in Revolvin
, not you two You gon' be late for sound check Man, I ain't goin' to sound check But our mics are screwed up And his always sound best You know what
were happy Oh, I hate those voices Telling me I'm not in love anymore But they don't give me choices And that's what these tears are for 'Cause we were
true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin' Tell your story walkin' Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for