realize And see all confusion in my cloudy eyes It's all part of my way of giving And I'm giving it all to you More than love, it's a way of living
Traduction: Small Faces. Ma façon de donner.
ya can't run that race(bis) Leaming the rule very early Big fish eating down the small one That's the way it's goin to be And if you can't face it you
you how to walk And now they got the balls to tell us how we should talk Though no glove love ain't cool I must agree So get outta my face ya' ain't
(feat. Tre of UCB) [Verse 1] I keep my friends close Enemies on a leash like, Me and my haters is literally Siamese I can define me but if I let my friends
Stuff Baby Baby give me ruff stuff Takin' all the ruff stuff (I want that) Don't want your face round here Don't want your face round here I don't want your face round my
. No power on earth can hold you down or keep you from the air Or let the small and petty minds divert you from your way. I see your small face bathed
worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my
to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you So either way we go about this goes, somebody's
her come quick And listen my girl ain't colder she a lil bit older Give head like a porn star And she make my thang salute like a soldier Give it to
her come quick And listen my girl ain't colder she a lil bit older Give head like a porn star and she make my thang salute like a soldier Give it to
her cum quick. Listen and my girl ain't colder and she a little bit older. Give head like a pornstar, and she make my thang salute like a solider. Give
my girls And any questions you might have about the way I run this place Don't grip and whine behind my back Just tell me face to face, I'm open-minded
trick with a knife I'm learning to do And ev'rything I've got belongs to you. I've a powerful anesthesia in my fist, And the perfect wrist to give your
and I don't give a fuck Small change to the range, heard what I said Give it up I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight And every
back In days loadin my a.k ridin round in my impala with my lungs full of haze that's when I didn?t give a fuck Now I got My son Shoot a nigga he die
