Mouth bleeds the shade of red I won't ever taste your lips Those "cotton candy" kisses of death Last but not Least I won't ever touch your skin Just one last touch but
Preklad: Pocit vynechal. V neposlednom rade.
My Mouth bleeds the shade of red I won't ever taste your lips Those "cotton candy" kisses of death Last but not Least I won't ever touch your skin Just one last touch but
it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!'',
don't like Eazy, get it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin'
on me But I'm proud to be that nigga In the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out Could
But I can't help it I'm a fiend Lotion and magazines is what I'm left wit I step witout my pride To the toilet And laced my palm wit honey and almond But
??m not tripping on these little niggas, Shout out to jinc, What would you do if you could step to me and my crew, yall niggas got murdered, New boyz up, WE OUT
home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood But then the game got stale and your face grew pale When you came home early that day feeling ill Stepped
bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel
homie least i ain't gotta cry no more no more feeling sad homie y'all know trae got my back he gon' look out for my people God leave me not in temptation
was steamin' like a demon as I drove home But it just goes to show not trying to bust your bubble But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble So
drop, but don't die Tie weights to my legs And give it another try Still coming think of something, I speak I'm not feelin so hot let's go for it next
security Out the door, but we don't quit WAIT UP!, "Let's start some shit" I got a shot-gun, and here's the plot Taking niggaz out with a flurry of buck
hear you! This is just A personal opinion but... Yes. It feels like the good Ol' times of pink lady! (laughs) It feels like the candies Got back
am the least of these So cut off my arms and break off my legs So I don?t feel this anymore Choking on all of the feeling That I?m swallowing in Tasting
did not want to end Beginning of hard times to come But something that was not meant to be is done And this is the start of what was About 2 this afternoon the last
