She holds too tight Underwater life And paralyzed Her own mind Gets in the way Every time I don't want to be dead and gone before I'm gone She starts
Traduction: Shades Apart. Mort avant que je m `Fini.
hope I try to get a grip But I keep on slipping Crushed in the void Drowned under the frozen waters Moving through space Shifting their shape Deafening deep silence Floating above Spiraling down All shades
mirror and the only competition is u And even that nigga ain't seein me My reflection have a hard time bein me So the tryna do me shit, It's time to dead
try us That four-five will spit I'll slump you in the driver seat And make you really ghost ride the whip It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a
these older cats are gettin' a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead
on [Timbaland:] Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
[Pharrell] Hold your head lil' bruh You're not dead lil' bruh You are brown and this world is black and white lil' bruh I know how it sounds lil' bruh
s closin I take you back in the days bugs bunny J's Low cut fade and them cardiar shades Pimpin until I'm dead and gone somewhere in the Remember what
of a tree Dambering in coagulated blood Prevail in a life less scenery I grasp 'round the dead wooden stem Crawl into the narrow shades The spiders
that's another thing Nothing really matters Behind the shades of blue Blind boys never lie But that's another thing Nothing really matters Behind the shades
[Verse 1] I this day and age, babes strut with their shades up C, B or A cup, usually in make up, they flake up Won't date me cause I took a pay-cut Even
Me old my lady sittin' in the shade Talkin' about the money that I ain't made Singin' o boy dontcha line the Track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track
Wanna climb to there is always time to Lift an uplift with the gift we are all blessed Lesson and test much more and no less. Fascinating softer shade of passion all around Dead
comes they run and hide their heads. They might as well be dead, If the rain comes, if the rain comes. When the sun shines they slip into the shade
