NOTHING! AT ALL! I don't know what I, I'm trying to say. STENCIL IN YOUR HEART INTO ANOTHERS HANDS! And You say it best... MY HEART YOUR HANDS! MY HEART! YOUR HANDS
best... MY HEART YOUR HANDS! MY HEART! YOUR HANDS! CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? BURN INSIDE, BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART! BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART
Traduction: From First To Last. My Heart Your Hands.
it best... MY HEART YOUR HANDS! MY HEART! YOUR HANDS! CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? BURN INSIDE, BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART! BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART
our voices glass is shattered from the fight in this tug of war, you?ll always win even when I?m right ?cause you feed me fables from your hand with
star, got your own constellation I ain't tryna say dat u, shit, maybe I am Never follow your heart Sure to lose your mind... if u neva follow your heart
t know what they mean All you are concerned with is greedy man's green Sportin your medaillons, cause they matchin with your outfit Your posse's wearin
in his hands But I hold on to your secrets in white houses Love, or something ignites in my veins And I pray it never fades in white houses My first
satisfaction is guaranteed Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed Enemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends Unless I'm in the penn, I've got nobody to call my
Ro] Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my
How long will it last, ni**a don't ask, just be first to blast Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni
, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From
get the last laugh yo [Chorus] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from
venemous I'll leave you breathless I spat words, waxed and taxed herbs Your raps absurd, backs get fractured, My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselle
back no more In my hand i hold a ticket Statue points up to the clouds Now i'm leaving new york city I can hear the seagulls' cries Whenever i saw you
it's difficult I'll give it every gust of air I got within in my body Hope that my performance will be very shiny Singing every note will not do wonders for my
outside with them] [I come from such a far away land of Night] [That I'm fascinated with the funny music I hear on your radios] [You are the first to