Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned This nefarious prank that's controlled by the length of his arms And the kindred
Grandfather burned up to ash And returned to the earth. Which he spawned This nefarious prank That's controlled by the length Of his arms. And the kindred
Vertaling: The Paper Chase. Die sinkende skip, The Grand Applous.
: Grandfather burned up to ash And returned to the earth. Which he spawned This nefarious prank That's controlled by the length Of his arms. And the
Before this world starts up again It's me and night We wait for the sun The kids and drunks head back inside Well, there's lots of smart ideas In books
a dream I tried to chase it But I wasn't going nowhere, Running Man I knew that maybe someday I would understand Trying to change a ten into a hundred grand
Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on
me 20 more cases Don Julio got the Jew wasted Just let the trap, pocketful of aces Get to the money, in the club wasted Thousand grand chain and it sit
he was drunk and that's when I saw the red lights go get him, And it's ironic that during the chase, he murdered Chase, and this kid was Christian,
whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models Hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow Now you know all of the reasons why we chase
clothes So we can get with the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know All of the reasons why we chase the doe Get the
gonna be ahead of me still But my peace mentality gon' keep me ahead in the field Pardon me, but I got paper to chase Now cut thru the talkin' and bring
chasin' them suckas in the '86 Jetta Thinkin' different thoughts still not understandin' How 7 people got in that fuckin' Volkswagen Enough of that God yo back to the chase
fuckin' fort Caught up in somethin' that I cant control Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets role Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it Make me chase
trainin' Or stretch the arsehole without strainin' Too much hype not enough brain in Whole lotta money little maintainin' Whole lotta complainin' no plan Little more no less then ten grand
the bill with max keen a deal,max pain i am i came to bang, not chase the groupies,i chase the grands rap pays my man,backstage i am nervous til i think
WAG [Hi!] Who went everywhere in a cab I told her I'm rich She took me to Harrod And picked up this Gucci worth a grand I went quiet like words from my gran
