and you are where I wanna be. I want to take those steps I never have. I need to stand up straight so I can feel your breath. I really think for once that I
Übersetzung: Dangerous Summer. Where I Wanna Be.
And then he walked on down the hall And he came to a door And he looked inside Father Yes son? I want to kill you Mother, I want to. . . C'mon baby,
but god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be
a good dream) day-da Danger, dangerous... style Verse One: RZA Lyrical shots from the glock bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
it'll melt Damn shame I got the short end of the stick Cause I sharpened that shit, and slit the rap game's wrist Fuck that, Ras Kass the measure of all who claim to be
dangerous I know Why should I say no I don't wanna have to go Back to where I used to be Like it was before Every time you look at me I want something
to raise 'em And it might seem outrageous This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous And stop killin' these babies, I mean it, I love 'em If you don't want em give em to me I
, I'm the biggest fish With the biggest mouth, bitch, you wanna be rich right? Well, stick with me, do as I does and be as I be We be stackin' chips,
Skywalker Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture Live performer, bid the mic sayanora Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I
up? [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach higher So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly-er I
then he, he walked on down the hall And he came to a door and he looked inside "Father?", "Yes, son?" "I want to kill you, mother, I want to" Come on
, I'm gonna be hotter than the summer I got bread now, niggas wonder (uh huh) Who I'm writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter? I'm just smarter, I
d-da (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Day-da danger, dangerous style Lyrical shots from the glock Bust bullet holes on the chops I want the number
shot me where you wanted You put me in a daze No matter where you go, and you'll always be a stranger Getting into trouble, getting off on danger Riding
me feel mean It's so sad and crazy here, I think I'm gonna cry If I don't wake up from this dream I think I'm gonna die Where am I? Your in a cheap
always summer and the future called We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all There was so much left to dreamAnd so much time to make it real But I
