Change upon faces Changing hands Change in my father And my fathers land Change, change Change, change, change, change, change Change in the weather
Preklad: Alarm. Zmena Aj.
There is permanence in change 'Cause I found you you found me And now we've found a reason to believe Tonight our love will never die Tonight I will
, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) Alarm clock said i'm too late And they said i'm too weak I could use a few weights So they said I
your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I
I could stay Should I change my life or miss my flight? (Should I change my life or miss my flight?) Should I change my life or miss my flight? What do I do? (change
, I've started a war My emotions are just cutting me raw Oh, no, you lowered your score 'Cause you messed up good and I cannot ignore Oh, no, tears galore But I changed
numbers that alarm and race White house, still move brick of law in a day I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state I ain't come to stay, I got a post
we could be having the night of our lives pull the fire alarm I would scream 'there's a bomb in the building' for 31 Seconds Alone break the hands on the clocks I would change all the locks in a minute for 31 Seconds Alone baby I
(I jizz, yes, I jizz in my pants) (Yes, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants) Yes, I jizz in my pants (I jizz, yes, I jizz in my pants)
that'll kill for me Infa, red, lights and bombs leave a bitch, a nigga his arms Stay alarmed, vietnam, when I closed caskets Pimp, lyrical tactics, shit look hectic When I
Escalade I'm wearin' Jordans, which ones? The very first ones made I got a watch, what kind? An iced-out Cartier I got a Roley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear I
feel that? Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker Yo, I spit so real so
calls I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal I look a nigga, eye to eye when I speak I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak Or a
Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear
in New York I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep Some stunts be thinkin I'm six
cuts n scratches*, Com ad-libs} [Common] My imagination roamed as I got in the chair Thinkin - when shit went down, I was I was there Fuckin with fam' - who you are, I
