I'm home I feel like nothing again Pretending not to care, but I care And I care, don't say another word Our time was worthless and I tried We started
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Cheek To Cheek.
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Emo Song (Cheek To Cheek).
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Cheek To Cheek (The Real Version).
I'm home I feel like nothing again, Pretending not to care, but I care, And I care, don't say another word Our time was worthless, but I tried We started
gonna like what I pumpin' But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something So get up, its time to start nation building I'm fed up, we gotta start
up and get it) You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up (Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it) [In the 4th line of hook] Get up and get
, so basically "fuck ya! " Learned to play my part for the love of this art Spittin with the same passion I did at the start I feel a warm breeze [Chorus
runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line everybody wanna contact
head down is one that's way outta line I try to think but my poor heart beats out of time Maybe she'll savour every moment we share I tell myself. She strokes my cheek
(??) Maybe thinking too much making assumptions This, that, seems sprouted I can't function I slide into the bar I'm vaguely aware of the bizarre dance macabre strangers pair off The ritual starts
m smooth to my feet, When I move and I creep, I need a rider chick that's in tuned with streets, That'll fuse with the heat, Put the oze to ya cheek,
world and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here) either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind Chorus repeat (last line is
's all about money ain't nobody frontin' I gotta go get it we gotta survive Whether it's workin' a nine to five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line
from Baps Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin' lines
way Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay And I hit MC's like croquet If a boy pet then a boy must pay You can start answer on a lay lay Please feel free
the music that you play Has to be your own beat, So Marley Marl went down to take a test To see who could cut up music best, They were all lined
