Nothing's gonna happen, I think I'll be just fine Made up stories they mean nothing, wasted fuckin' time Goes in one ear and out the other, I don't fuckin
Nothing's gonna happen, I think I'll be just fine Made up stories, they mean nothing - wasted fuckin time Goes in one ear and out the other, I don't fuckin
译文: 没有警告. 清盘.
five, plottin' to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out
n-gga off of the shit that you hear Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah Somehow I wound up
's way up in the Black Hills where we come from E A D E A D There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun
up in da house Yo Crew up in da house Yo Yo Crew up in da house We got Crew up in da house We got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house WKYA Where all
I need Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house Yo Crew up in da house Yo yo Crew up in da house We got Crew up in da house We got da Maaad Maaad Crew
he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press blows up this whole thing It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they don't see That I'm wounded, all they did was
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
Lay awake, I don't give a shit If I even ever wake up in the morning Down below, there's a pile of sin Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning Burned
a nigga off of the shit that you hear Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah Somehow I wound up
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
, wounded Stationed in the belly of the vulture Watch your back, there?s no civilians Women, children, frontline, listen Consider this a distant early warning
pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times Rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who
fifteen, fi-fifteen) in 2015 (fi-fifteen, fi-fifteen) [XV - Verse 1] The year is here watching us squarians lives appear L7?s all up in the air they scared, we gave them a warning
s blowin in the wind Chorus: Screwed up, that's the problem You're going down, down, down, down, down Screwed up, that's your problem You're coming unwound wound, wound, wound
herself If you can't respect her warning You might wind up waking someone else Day after day And nothing ever seems to stay the same Every time she's up
