, it's not over, I can't understand Baby, let us start again It's more, more than my heart is burning Baby, baby, it's you It's more, more than my life
Traduction: Blue System. Il est plus.
From the beginning From the beginning is it winning, is it ever? Unearthly, resistance, forever You think your thief based system is clever? It's a simplistic
down in darren's hall People laying their claim In stormy weather it's rain 3D But you're living on a see-saw Tricky I try to see more 3D Somebody
the damn police don't do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah it's crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now it's time to reroute it
to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's
you follow suit behind the blood between the red and white and blue but it's too deep for you to see and everyone eventually will take the step cause it's
the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion's gone
good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life, live it
pullin on some tubes no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt hold it in long enough it?ll put your
it, ya feel me Listen here (Chorus 2X: Ludacris) + [Trick Daddy] When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches [Helps to get it
wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that
moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost You tell me your blue skies fade to grey You tell me your passion's gone away
learned in school Europe ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it Yet we hang from it Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the
slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2) Black Thought: I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system
man, like the brother called brother) Uh-huh (When it's on, it's cold, so bring the coroner cover) We can take it to the Bassment, live with Tigger Go