I turn around with a pensive smile Now I turn around, yeah I turn around, with tears in my eyes [chorus (x2)] This blood flows for you again This blood
Preklad: Láska ako krv. Krvácanie.
yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who did it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours
my love A class of our own, my love Did you see the stylish kids in the riot? Shovelled up like muck Set the night on fire Wombles bleed truncheons and
get no love, no love, no love, no love Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love And I don't need you no more Bitch, you get no love
away What keeps me going why don't I quit? I'm not a looser like you a reviewer like you A liar or a hypocrite like you I'm not a frustrated beaten musician like
a dirty needle You're in my blood and there's no curing me, yeah I wanna run like the blood from a wound To a place you can't see me 'Cause love like
know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood, nigga, no love Me show 'em the Bone
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood
said "boy, I like your face" So the story begins... Girl I love you, well the check is in the mail Found religion inside myself, I drank the blood
sheisty crew like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood like a
Whether splittin' imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like
the glamour life Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena The leader, Terror Squad cleaner Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like
t get wet now check it Adjust ya phone volume Lil' Kim is shore ta bring the nuts out ya imagine me suckin blood out ya like a hickey, i love the phone
Dark days, bright nights For that outside in the night, you know what Bubba's life is like Bright nights, dark days For them broads that truly love
me bleed, you just left me leave Now I cannot see 'Cause when I cry, I cry, tears of blood You the one I love You the one I love You the one I trust
re holdin' my wife What you got for me, fame? Opportunity, I guess that ain't enough for ya You want the loot and weed What you need from me? To bleed
