Ich steh vor dir doch du siehst mich nicht Ich schau dir in die Augen doch sie scheinen so leer Ich sag das ich dich liebe doch du horst mich einfach
but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause
, nigga I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust This is life when you black, rich and dangerous I'm with God, I'ma live on forever Bad Boy
come you never look before you leap Well, baby, you're an angel You didn't know he's playing this for keeps Did you see the good, the bad, the ugly?
lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main I'm top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz
can I try and try, but we'll settle that my angel face Is disguise for the devil inside You're good to me, I ain't good to girls Me, I'm a bad boy,
rahh rahh) We all getting drunk o the lights on Ice on my arm its gon gleam. I'm a young girls hope, I'm a bad bitch dream. The benz is convertible,
understand me now Sometimes I feel a little mad Well, don't you know that No one alive can always be an angel When things go wrong I seem to be bad I
bad. We bad''. Granfather decided that he'd had enough of the pond and the meadow and the whole stinking scene, so he ran off to Los Angeles and joined
out the other day And I saw you in your big black car And I was waving as you were passing 'Cause I know who you are You had this look that of an angel
I thought I saw an angel just the other night Wearin' five inch heels and a dress too tight Showin' much more than a man should see Lookin' at her, lookin
brawn with shed upon the wrong star 'Cause you don't know that's not how it goes So I can't explain why things remain the same And others change, he
that bathroom stall Praying for salvation And cursing alcohol And you went right back to drinking Like everything was fine But let?s be honest with each other
, and all these other broads mean nothing, and you can call me your cop cos Ii??m a do major hand cuffing, then she, she, she, she super bad, like McLovin
than Brandon and at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need
to the dealer's, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it's on again yeah,
your throat, the next I wanna sex You make me crazy, the way we act like 2 maniacs in the sack We fuck like 2 jackrabbits and maybe that's a bad habit
