Paroles:
Jane S Addiction Other

Now her paints are dry... And i looked outside... At the corner boys... Ayh, oh, where did you go? I don't know. I went to see your pictures... I spread

balcony is glass And wifey's over (Bitches) But moneys over (Her) Cause money's under (Nothin) My life is such a (Blur) That's not the way it has to go it's

my shoes Mary Jane and some loop while we swags in the coupe I'm addicting to smacking hoes Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes L.A.'s Finest and L.A.'s behind us Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies D's still twisting, low low's

Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed While these other

Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed While these other

: Now her paints are dry... And i looked outside... At the corner boys... Ayh, oh, where did you go? I don't know. I went to see your pictures... I

all, my balcony is glass and wifey's over (Bitches) but moneys over (Her) cause money's under (Nothin) my life is such a (Blur) that's not the way it

s the rush? Running from you...running from me It's the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust? That's