Dust on the window The sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine At this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind
Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In the
译文: 低. 灰尘对窗口.
Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In
spin Niggaz is ass, tell a nigga drop the top and stop Roll the windows down, get rid of the cop I'm in the hood like boots on niggaz cars Gats on niggaz
I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather Scheamin', bustin' on whoever out the Jetta Window, think slow sink low
soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin'
day I put my life on the line (I'm out here) If a nigga need a lick on some 'dro (I'm out here) I got weight and I don't break it on my own (I'm out
darkness scatters as the lights flash on They hold one another just a little too long And they move apart and then move on On to the street, on to
The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like
on up Color come on Bring your blessings outside Step round a window Huddle self game bare Shiver pause for falling Trance to ingest lava dust
in Fresno Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no So just get on the mic Just get on the mic Get get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike
, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill I'm going to kill Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, I crept Silent as a mouse on a set while everybody
the age of aquarius My mind state was gugarious Various opponents whose stature was hilarious Like you Throwing fairy dust Then frowning hard on whack chorus Proof was on
rough For a lady who's been to the moon I've lain by this window long enough To get used to an empty room And your love is some dust in an old man's
heart In an inch of dust Well I've seen it all Boom turn to bust And I'm bout to drown In high weeds and rust Well black birds sittin' on the telephone
light to pieces Sprinkling, sharded light on me Throw a stone as high as you can And hearing with hand not hear it land Nothing taxing dusting sand My window
to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent Ya body's cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is low I like brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window