spurt das Bose scheint den Kampf zu gewinnen, denn was ich sehe macht nun mal anders keinen Sinn Hook: Und es reicht, wir sind nicht langer blind Wir
Blind Lemon Jefferson) Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you There's just one kind of favor
turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat This wind is blowin' my mind I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat Who am I, to be blind?
up the collar on my favorite winter coat This wind is blowin' my mind I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat Who am I, to be blind?
glancing their every move. It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings, a porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans, while it read aloud from it's favorite
as about as luscious acting Rude girl and her martial firing "Ooh well, get the spot!" they whinin' Street Dog, they caught me rhymin' Turned around and got fucking blinded My favorite
king cause I got so many toys My favorite designer Louis Vaton I'm a shiner Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb
you perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2
candy Its the same feeling (looks good to me) [Eightball] 10 o'clock in the morning, his A got up Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
You can read it in the papers In some places it comes in thirty-two flavors But you wouldn't tell no one Your favorite if you could From the White
If you hate the taste of wine Why do you drink it till you're blind? And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares How come you say it like you
They say we bout to blow up, Al-Qaeda And this trap was just a favor That turned into a classic, hater I run rap like a master dater You take forever to make a procrastinator Blind
all I have to my name And a record played in my home town is my only claim to fame I'm so glad that dad can't see me now, his favorite little girl Singing
