译文: 无地址. 一步之遥.
What would be enough To turn your head around? From your heavy tongue The heaviest of- So I go, tremble shake I am just a step away Here's your song
I know this crack fiend Maxine who needs a vaccine She tests positive but tells you that her act's clean Plus she got a sugar daddy Asking every
you lie and you talk a lot People tell you to step off a lot You see, you misunderstood, a sample is a tactic A portion of my method, a tool In fact
, the more I bomb shit the less the Devil got a grip I'm gettin' loose, we gotta slip away the ghetto gotta get More for a dollar, more fresh goods for
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
board I shake-n-bake it naked, like betty crocker I use a black marker, I draw your face in a sketch Like a artiste Two broken arms from my shoulder have a
she may be a mirror she may be a mirror she may be a mirror in jest of your mistakes she may be a monster she may be a monster she may be a monster
pop the clip Put it between your eyes when I should die Need six feet in a ditch like a bitch Just avoid the clip with the gauge Nigga must have had a
was sitting at his table one day Writing a letter to pass time away His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee Saying won't you please write a
asleep and had a new dream, saw things I've never seen, me adopted a baby girl and raise her as my little queen, own a label and sign a crew of soldiers
she just leaves, and im kinda relieved no ODs VDs hearts on my sleeve not a stalker just a talker ass tight as a weave once a newbie now a groupie double
leaves and I'm kinda relieved no OD's, VD's hearts on my sleeve not a stalker just a talker ass tight as weave once a newbie now a groupie double clickin
side Into a low income address Far away from breezy bends And all my so called friends Every day at two pm You walk right past my step I smoke a cigarette
We used to meet at the motel Heart break hotel Body hypnotic, exotic as hell Got a nigga in a spell She from my dreams Girl taste good like Carmelle ice cream A
as a clue Execute the type of wickedness the devil approves Which basically means I can do whatever witchu I'm a rap music mutant, wit a cool name Misconstrue
to there" She called me from a party late One night,her junior year And bravely gave an address Through the stories and the tears She was sittin' on the porch steps
Notes: Jt on sony.com: the song starts in the final moments of the nixon white house with the president's farewell address. so he says goodbye . . .
