a mason earned a new pair of shoes Building a bridge to the sky, Teaching the granite to fly. Cross the bridge of god, cross the bridge. With chisels
Vertaling: Pretty Things. Brug van God.
'ybody ain't pretty or friendly It's work, my whole life they ain't give me a penny Comin' up between a rock and a hard, watchin' for God People, hip
, for me No more party, party for me no more drinky, drinky for me I'm gon' make you the only one (I.. won't..) No more chasing pretty round things (round things
you defines my lust Bridges to bridges, you're nothing to me Welcome world Miss Ann Thrope Ashes to ashes, dust to dust My hate for you defines my lust Bridges to bridges
Salvation's in the blood so know that GOD IS IN CONTROL (right) Self-edification is the reason I be rapping and I believe I'm saved If God exists, how
with God, take care Keep your head out there And baby, keep your hands on the wheel Keep your hands on the wheel I could tell you stories Of some things
she loves you playboy You should know how to treat your girl, playboy (You should know how to treat her) You should know how to treat your girl, playboy (To the bridge, to the bridge
me, for me No more party, party for me no more drinky, drinky for me I'm gon' make you the only one (I.. won't..) No more chasing pretty round things (round things
you touch me It ain't really baby love It's a true love An adult love With all the complications of There's a bridge in every song To complicate things
freaky, damn boy I can't even say it And I got no need to be scared Some things ain't supposed to be said Chorus Bridge: Benzino + Lil' Kim Yeah, we
in new york city And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see But the best thing
me She'll still want the god in her I think she mary mary The prettiest bitches they just want to service me While niggas pretty as bitches wouldn't
was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my mom hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out things went for twenty down south Packed
er'ybody ain't pretty or friendly It's work, my whole life they ain't give me a penny Comin' up between a rock and a hard, watchin' for God People, hip
forgiveness and peace wash over bruises and sores People bridging the distance over nettles and thorns Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round Some things
strong in your heart and mine [Bridge:] There's so much more inside you and me That the world needs to still believe Nothing's too great for this God
for me No more party, party for me No more drinky, drinky for me I'm gon' make you the only one (I... won't...) No more chasing pretty round things (round things
