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Traduction: Eighteen Visions. Il ya toujours.
dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet Pointin
mind at ease There is no doubt You're in my heart now Said, woman, take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience Said
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands Cause the vibe you giving me now Feels like I'm an innocent child Sinning is never tempting when other womens around Hands down, this is
Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare
me, always have and will be I.L.L.G It's silly to hate but feel free Hey, hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
to supress his guilt And forget the horror and the violence; the "kill or be killed" Fists, they always clenched; teeth, they always grinding Real life is
happened In that brutal Dallas light Oh, she is always seventeen She has a dream that she will lend us And a love that we can borrow There is so much
ain't listen when I told you 'bout my visions of war My system is pure, trap you like a prisoner's war Anyone who ever met me say my liver is poor Whoever
kill to raise your worth It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have Trade breath for gold There's no Armageddon when banks are there to relieve
insulting privilege. What space is there for self-expression and personal development When over half the world's population is starving? There are so
wiling Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands 'Cause the vibe you giving me now Feels like I'm an innocent child Sinning is never tempting When other womens around Hands down, this is
brokest i know theres a god 'cause all the times i should of died impossible circumstance, somehow i survived plus theres the fact that the universe is
Shit is hot son Send em to christ Surrender ya ice Criminal life is dangerous ill Trained to kill in the stainless steel You're brain spilled The game is
can Keep track of visions in my eyes I wear my sunglasses at night So I can, so I can Keep track of visions in my eyes Yo pretty feisty ain't she, eighteen
