Peeping in the window, are you sleeping tight? I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip An' you won't know who came What's my name? Name? Name? What's my name? Name? Name
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall! What's my name naaaame...naaaame
Traduction: The Clash. Quel est mon nom.
What The Hell Is Wrong With Me? I'm Not Who I Want To Be I Tired Spot Cream An' I Tried It All I'm Crawling Up The Wall! What's My Name Naaaame...Naaaame
mic!) And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face It's so real It's How I Feel It's this society That makes a nigga wanna kill I'm just straight ill Ridin' my
'instru en plaque 13 entre 2lexsus ne paniquez pas pour votre rap game je n'joues pas avec vous laisse les clash pour eminen what's my mother fuckin name
on jordan and (what did )what did I see (what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (What did I see,what did I see)
mad respect from Norfolk to Glasgow I run this up to court about a minute to the sec Cause my hoodie won't clash with Whipper Whip's mockneck So my hip
the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye Tell me why are our fields filled with hunger And ??? the crop bitter soil So I say my
penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
