caught the fame of soul Years after mama had me tell ya gladly I plugged for the Tunin' Which cause eyes to zoom in Which put your person into focus
death?s door. what is this window self? i can?t believe what?s been told is all that?s mean to be. am i losing... focus
译文: 迪拉索. 而焦点.
译文: 微笑空虚的灵魂. 焦点.
the fame of soul Years after mama had me tell ya gladly I plugged for the Tunin' Which cause eyes to zoom in [DRES:] Which put your person into focus
at death?s door. what is this window self? i can?t believe what?s been told is all that?s mean to be. am i losing... focus
running it Tragedy on top of tragedy you know it's killing me. So many people in agony, this shouldn't have to be Too busy focusing on ourselves and
out the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can find them when the letter's bout to fall He be waiting with his camera on focus Everywhere
comin' I like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old folks, their souls
Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus
What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,
How 'bout a bit of soul? Some integrity? I'm not talking about no fake kinda feeling, but the girl in my dreams will Be for real without a doubt so I
That's just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped Still I bet I bust Bet I flow, bet I rip this beat Bet I feel that soul
plans to ditch myself and get outside Dancing women, throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight Out of focus
what I'm having a de ja vu, Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep And if I should die before
and blunts is all that's needed So high, so high am I Let's get P.O.D.'ded I be so high, feel high, forgive me Lord But I feel like the weed be blessin' my soul
yall better read the bible dog/ yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/ now the bone is finally focused, pay attention
