My mind, it ain't so open That anything could crawl right in The last place to lose yourself Is in the world where we all cling Oh, my lover, we are
Traduction: Magazine. Mon esprit n'est pas si ouvert.
of the chop He the reason now, a lot of these motherfuckers hot But they ain't hollin' at Mama and Papa Screw, like they supposed to Don't forget, don't
Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look
shit, ya know how we ROLL When I tumble and drive then you reply Myyy myyy myyy, my-my-my! Yo, I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin fool, ha, for my
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit
Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick [Verse Five: Method Man] Til
Magazine Latina where I found your picture Fat shout to my manager had to get ya Made contact sent the G4 for ya My butler Carlos opened up my door for
m KING bitch I got my reasons [Chorus:] Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't
be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers depriving the truth from our children You can't hide the fact, Jack
plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my
home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home
wit the realism technique Automatically, pulled you right into my lead Feel me, as you indulge in your magazine I couldn't believe my eyes When I opened up that magazine
plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my
will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children You can't hide the fact
My my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin' flows, ha for my fans In my turn, they just give me the
it But can't be buyin' it Save me from myself This ain't a test, it's state of emergency 'Cause I can't stop myself, I'm trying my best Tell me what
