I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke In ecstasy I mock the world But never having you (yo rock on!!)
You're goin wild for my flow and style
Nobody hear me as they take me away
Haben eines gemeinsam
But heavy heartless
It's your sweet
And more if you want me to
wurden weltenreiter +-ber die zeit
Baby, I'm through with you.
Gandhi's getting fed up,
She got something old
he he, i got my baby back;
Skandal um Rosi
Put me where the action is
Sister's guts were ripped out; Her dog used as stuffing,
geen poes maar een kater
you drown me in your waves and more.
No it's cool
And then you live in doubt, til you live or live without
The could see the couples swaying
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
Then weak I'd rather be
tutto il resto poi verr+á da s+Ê
So I'll unpack my bag
So you can't escape