Just to get by try to stay high It's a good life end of discussion And hours like sand holes in my hand I'm a good soul, martyr me And I'm wasting my
Übersetzung: Get Up Kids. Martyr Me.
Just to get by and try to stay high its a good life,end of discussion and the hours like sand the holes in my hand im a good soul martyr me and im wastin
m gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me [Krayzie Bone:] Now that I'm dead and
: [feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna & U-God] [Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah
me nigga, come and get me.. COME AND GET ME! {*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! .. {*
me with a mic cable is a religious experience in itself I got a message from God He said, "Don't even try to fuck with me," suckered reluctantly Carried
judge me Now that I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Life dealt me a
"Good morning, Brook-nam" Another stop on the train (Wake up wake up wake up ) We come to a stop that everybody got to make Whether you local or express
the ghetto feels desolate The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected by the deficit Times and lessons get hard, either get by or get God But you try to get
, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by It'
smartest, hardest working nigga in the business Just Blaze, can I get a witness (Yessir) See that they probably get it if I come out flop Get dropped, go back to my block and get
stand by his kids and his wife Too many lost kids in the night Hand on heat, grippin' it tight Any man want beef could get it right Followed by enough
lost cause where the martyrs are found That funky little sound, that make you want to get down Somebody told me once, love makes the world go round Now kids
leaving soon When fools call up asking for the promo department I'll connect you with the living room [hey, hold on] Live it up, pour a brew, pull up
intellect behind hipster catch phrase and babble Indellibles'll never get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be outshined Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get fools after me
all of a sudden she got silent Pupils like marbles, hide behind the eyelids Get away sticks go limping hole place The f**ked up smile sucked up most of
I bit I'd get a cavity Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We die hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad mc Who think imitation
