turn yourself another page I'm sick and tired of all the hopeless talk ''cause nothing's ever gonna' change Think I'll fly away into the setting sun Away
Превод: Роб Роцк. Одлетети.
's I won't lie, homicide, gram will cry, pray for me that I won't die, suicide, I won't try, bullets fly, drive-by, don't let it slide, do or
and then I lose my way, feeling like I never knew my way Thinking all those times that blew away, opportunities that I threw away If I had wings I'd fly away
Lord, let us live Yeah, Scott Storch Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican
preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers Living raw better have my boulders Shooting dog water all ya'l back up call Rob
Real nigga shit, now I'm 'bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit, now I'm 'bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit
pad on your property, fag Properly rob you and hop in the Jag If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body You'll rock a colostomy
or smokin' cheap cigars I'll sleep with one eye open, 'neath God's celestial stars Tonight we rock, Tonight we roll We'll rob the Juarez liquor store
is fine but sho'nuff tricky Vicki's fine but then she's not very kind She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind You wake up in the morning and
up!! Yo! On the mic I'm sheddin light, you better get it right I produce what you like, satisfy your appetite No fly-by-night, we rock you right KRS
To escape the pain and all my life's trouble Close my eyes, pray take the pain away Ask the Lord, should I live to see another day Rob Harris died,
deny I will surrender to the love I know is mine I will remember your promises When I'm cold, your arm's around me When I'm high, you let me fly When
The sun will rise again Just like a killer of time Don't let depression define you You've got to make up your mind Now it's your turn to fly No
in the year of our Lord 2033, The earth has been poisoned and we had to leave Now we're all afloat in the stars of the galaxy Two thousand light years away
put your pad on your property, fag Properly rob you and hop in the Jag If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body You'll rock a colostomy
ring so silly, my ice so silly The rocks on my watch, make the haters wanna kill me The hundred round drum on my gun so dumb That it will fly yo head
(feat. Chrisette Michele) Yeah, Scott Storch [The Game] Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both
