Paroles:
Sleeping At Last Careful Hands

us to be creatures of habit. We are creatures of habit. Only with careful hands We?ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures. Only with careful hands

us to be creatures of habit. We are creatures of habit. Only with careful hands We?ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures. Only with careful hands

is on Throw ya hands (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up in the air (get em up) Come on Throw ya hands up Leave the guns and the knives at home Don'

I wanna go to bed With arms around me But wake up on my own Pretend That I'm still sleeping Til' you go home Oh I can't look at you This morning I should

I got birds in the safe Ski mask in the cut hand, keys to the Maybach Where you lay at, bitch, I scope I never miss where I spray at Underground King,

his yard, yeah standing his ground I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep

goes on They may not agree, they may not understand But God got a plan, to put the mic in my hand And his hand and that hand And ideas, and all of there

to breath, eat, think, sleep I don't wanna go another day Not knowing what I need, Talk to me, Don't let me find out the hard way, If you care at all

Lil Mama I?m peepin your style Do I think you?re dope enough, yup One way of findin it out The way you came at me, boo Don?t care, not afraid I?m like