my pocket That I didn't know I had. I didn't trust. That there were people like you in this world. But I guess. That's what tears are for. This
Traduction: La Swift. Que larmes sont pour.
for understandin Come together Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears
hell with the good news that... He was a father for the first time His thirst for wine and women Clouded his vision... No warm welcome for mother and
had an interview not you two) You gonna be late for soundcheck Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best You know what
true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
an interview not you two) You gonna be late for soundcheck Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best You know what
This is how it goes Give me your attention, stop what you're doin and listen up Because my partner in rhyme is about to tear it up Jeff, is if someone
Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh Some DJ's are even def But here's a little somethin' about my DJ The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat,
safe To make a name for yourself, the blows delf You get stripped for your belt, run your garments Feather-weights don't know what you involve in Revolvin
, not you two You gon' be late for sound check Man, I ain't goin' to sound check But our mics are screwed up And his always sound best You know what
were happy Oh, I hate those voices Telling me I'm not in love anymore But they don't give me choices And that's what these tears are for 'Cause we were
true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin' Tell your story walkin' Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for
your whole brain on checkmate Rob Swift is his name, with Akineyle in the game You're best to maintain, as we aim for your brain as we aim for your
performance But we in a van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph youse a liar And nah I'm Swift (Oh I thought you were Kuniva) What the hell