It woke up in me years ago How this was meant to be All of those falsehoods plain to see They dug and hung their greed Will there be profit? You could
It woke up in me years ago how this was meant to be all of those falsehoods plain to see they dug and hung their greed will there be profit you could
Превод: Мана. Шема.
I?m poppin quick for the dividends I?m in it to win it The rest of these rappers that shit is on pause Got too many flaws you niggas is soft Thry lyrics
just let go of a twisted little laugh Chorus Now i´m left wondering What will become of it all Is there a flaw in the grand scheme of things
the clouds And when my mouth is shut up, it makes my thoughts get loud Just like a crowd in a stadium, bills I be cravin' em' Money makin' schemes locked
why the lack, why no resolve, why no sense of closure The perfect victim, it's what you had and more than once before So what went wrong, what flaws the scheme
see The sky is blue and the trees are green But what you see isn't what it seems It's all part of a cruel scheme Look closer, you can see the flaws
What? Yea, yo flaws and fallacies of life Material items and shit beware motherfuckers Word up, don't let it getcha you know? This shit ain't nothing,
I haven't seen forever Don't even know her name I call on dreams and other schemes To try and win that game Now that it's over, darling Look into
I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat I don't see any flaws till I get to my feet I wish I never woke up this morning Life was easy when
flaws We employ hits the whole family can enjoy I'll be masterin the Funk like Flex, mentally Etchin and Sketchin, speakin with my hands like Terminator X and scheme
. So years went by and Jay Sean went down in history like superman my composition was a mystery. I was 2 and other kids were lernin the alphabet but i was revisin schemes
s game I played it Underestimated, swore the king was checkmated She claims she loves my mind, 'cause I'm so intelligent But fuck my mental, she was scheming
have no flaws We employ hits the whole family can enjoy I'll be masterin' the funk like Flex, mentally etchin' and sketchin' Speakin' with my hands like Terminator X and Scheme
the season of hellish desent the lying truth of consequence flawed to perfection without the exception contaminated degenerated abnormal life grotesquely alive in my monsterous soul abnormal scheme
Written by stewart copeland I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat I don't see any flaws 'til I get to my feet I wish I never woke up this
