I'll have to hide those kitchen knives. I know it all. I know everything: the little secrets that you keep. I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night; you'll have
Превод: Потера на папиру. Где су ти руке Беен.
do You 'bout to say to yourself, what, what? Say one, then some The paper can't understand One degree says, she can't understand Oh, some friend come, wait, you been
everything but Im out there tryin to come up and swang or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade you know Im always on my paper chase always get my
[I] Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you
take your face in them guns We been, bustin' shorties, stay in your place, I have your both friends tucked in [Chorus] [Kawz] Chip and chop those rocks away Hit that block, those
your face in them guns We been, bustin' shorties, stay in your place, I have your both friends tucked in [Chorus] [Kawz] Chip and chop those rocks away Hit that block, those
hands So tell me, how can we shake 'em, firmly you break 'em Get 'em hot, and bake 'em, run to miss 'em, I may say Chase me cuz I don't chase them, chill
