[Slug] She lost one to pneumonia, gave the other to prison and now she spends mother's day sitting in her kitchen Looking at the pictures of her past
[Slug:] She lost one to pneumonia, gave the other to prison And now she spends mother's day sitting in her kitchen Looking at the pictures of her past
Traduction: Atmosphère. Fête des mères.
days of our lives We all face small obstacles and challenges everyday That we must go through These are the things that surround us through our atmosphere Every day Every single day
me, Now toast to a nearly perfect thing we got, Mother, Mother, take care now don't you stop, Brother, brother, you go away, There's a lake in this place we can swim all day
though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's
life and threw it on the fire! She knew from the start Deep down in her heart That she and Tommy were worlds apart, But her Mother said never mind your
though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's
things that surround us Through our atmosphere (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Every day (I don't know why this) Every single day
revealed to his mother The elders who served the younger, words heard in thunder Down from under, rose and fled to grow in hunger, now it's cold in summer
she ran inside weeping She got to her room and tears splashed the picture Of a new messiah She picked up a book of her father's life And threw it on
Ayy, it's your boy Don P right, right Trillville, Corlio I need all my niggaz to look around, look around You see some hoes in the atmosphere? I see them
jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya
worse, but I feel a lot better And that's all that really matters to me Well, Amy hit the atmosphere Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter And she's
ground Now your father's face is frozen between anger and tears Your mother's hair's amazingly gray And I'm seeing these friends for the first time in years It's icicle reunion day
