Mouth bleeds the shade of red I won't ever taste your lips Those "cotton candy" kisses of death Last but not Least I won't ever touch your skin Just one last touch but
Traduction: Sentiment d'être exclu. Last but not least.
My Mouth bleeds the shade of red I won't ever taste your lips Those "cotton candy" kisses of death Last but not Least I won't ever touch your skin Just one last touch but
Least I ain't gotta cry no more No more feeling sad homie Y'all know trae got my back He gon' look out for my people God leave me not in temptation Deliver
get bad As I got no love my 17 shot glock with extra clips That's it, I'm going all out and if I die then remember me Cause in these last days I'm feeling
me But I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out [Flesh N
a piece of meat Not a treat but a trick to sex in showers People kick last days, we in the last hours Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long til
probably be dead But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven I thank God at least I got to know what love really was But it hurt me, to see
overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Tes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy
've been miscast The time of saints is past My faith is weak, last not but least After forty-two years of being a priest The church is like a woman A thing out
will keep my head down! I?m so tired but there?s no way out but . . . ahead! I will not die out in the desert! I will not die! I will keep my head down
. I will keep my head down! I'm so tired but there's no way out But... ahead! I will not die out in the desert! I will not die! I will keep my head down
I was steamin like a demon as I drove home but it just goes to show not trying to bust your bubble but girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble so
[Xzibit] Last but not least we off the leash The Art of War reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off put you
it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!'',
don't like Eazy, get it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin'
on me But I'm proud to be that nigga In the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out Could
