see what can i do (bout 7 times...) it's up to me when i look back and i can still see myself, i remember being alone and how patheic i felt they told me what
Vertaling: Link 80. Wat Kan Ek Doen.
see. What can I do? (a lot) It's up to me! (just once)... When I look back and can still see myself, I remember being alone and how pathetic I felt. They told me what
snatch stacks up from silly men Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese yams What? What? What? [Chorus
shit my roots is deep you heard the bitch in you yeah i know what's beef let it cook and i pop like grease you thirsty niggers can't shot my feast ugh i
and this rap shit, my roots is deep You heard the bitch is you, yeah I know what?s beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty niggas can?t stop my feast, uh I
it just so I could spit it Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I could fuck her (Take it all, you need me) Do her like I could do her, get it how
off the makeup I'm in the crowd like Lee Malvo, with a sniper rifle A hockey mask, a butcher knife, yo, who knows what I'll do They sellin' dreams with
Nigga I?m heartless some say I role wit the forces of darkness But the closest I burned to death is the reason That I spark this spark this, what? Dramafied
to stay high I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose But sometimes the flesh get's weak And I regret the decision I choose But I'm not trying
do I care? No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime I'll be glad to do your girlfriend I'll be glad that you do time Here's the deal I cop
but do I care? No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime I'll be glad to do your girlfriend, I'll be glad that you do time Here's the deal
Disillusioned by greed, causin' you to distress Just do what's best, clean house, leave out Them punks can't touch what they can't peep out See I'm
can save me if I can't even save myself? you condemn me for my actions; just take a look at yourself, hellbent on destruction in everything you do, I
what's right summertime sun and heat you can taste ashes and strings and Adam's bass in the east bay in the summertime needles and foil having such a good time i
't believe in anything, at least i take a stand. you think i should grow up but i think i already have, i'll succeed on my own terms, i'll take what i can grab. i
Living a life governed by pain, I step away from the fire but I carry the flame. My youth, I'm proud, I wear it on my sleeve my faceless generation's
