Three weeks and then four no more nights Turning to days to be spent with you I'll look for nightly phone calls from you Telling me that one day has come and
back Three weeks and then four no more nights Turning to days to be spent with you I'll look for nightly phone calls from you Telling me that one day has come and
译文: 运行小子运行. 迈尔斯和国家.
globe on roam I'm still home a million miles away And I grind so my seeds could eat, sometimes I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep And if I
about what you know, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink And nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to Pat A twelve year old kid
on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won't ya show and
may have a lot of game but i got much more and it all brew coo parked run and shoot or late night throwin rights, shootin dice wit tru and that diamond
away from the town and see the world, Amos promises to take her. The sheriff arrives and Tells Ed and Candy to leave as the state police are coming and
nothing try to show some respect I made it to the top of the Empire State and put the bald to the win town for those who relate New kid on the blosck
be done And how could that be worse? As we spin around and around A paradise in the universe, expanding at the speed of sound la la ladadadadadada Lada lohdadadada Oh yeah (Little kid
max like million dollar slacks Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and
, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked [RZA/Bobby Digital
-washy competition definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition change ya mission men and listen my way your salutations get no validations just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi [Slim Kid3] Come on and
of game, but I got much more In that all blue Coupe, parked and run and shoot Or late nights, throwing rice, shooting dice wit troops And that diamond
grand master And from what I hear this kid Sambo was a snake A rat, he stole shit and ran away to another state Microchip bitch [Verse 1: GRIMM] I don
