on to what is gone What's left of me? Walk, fall Stand again so I can Walk, fall Stand again so I can Walk, fall Stand again so I can fall I stand
what is gone What's left of me?! Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can FALL!!! I
Vertaling: Storie van die Jaar. Falling Down.
on to what is gone What's left of me?! Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can FALL
with your acrobatic, player hatin' tatics Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin' I've been corporatin' to this music over these years Y'all will fall
The nigga from here with a little ambition Just what we can become here And as the father passed his story down to his sons ears Younger kid, younger every year
from here With a little ambition, just what we can become here And as the father passed his story down to his son's ears Younger kid, younger every year
ve never seen Will seem familiar Shadows of a sailor, forming winds Both foul and fair all swarm Down in Carlisle, he loved A lady many years ago Here
year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified] I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story
we get down and dirty Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my muthafuckin head
story Therefore I don't fall in the category I'm cool calm and collective You con'in a Lexus Blew chronic for breakfast It match with the necklace Nines only down
wear as swell the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say This is the story of a girl
All we want is the money I keep 'em bro wake up one morning And, with some money to spend, they go crazy I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About
[ VERSE 1 ] Now.. I come from the Oakland town Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age making dollars so long Drive a brand
fight That I asked you to come in But you brought me tumbling down And the walls came caving in Won't you help me dry my tears Help me roll away the years
, tomorrow. don't be afraid, wipe the sleep from your eyes, gotta stay awake. it's...only a day away, at the same time it's like a year falls when away