My mind, it ain't so open That anything could crawl right in The last place to lose yourself Is in the world where we all cling Oh, my lover, we are
Tulkojums: Žurnāls. My Mind nav tik Open.
be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers depriving the truth from our children You can't hide the fact, Jack
plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my
home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home
wit the realism technique Automatically, pulled you right into my lead Feel me, as you indulge in your magazine I couldn't believe my eyes When I opened up that magazine
plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my
will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children You can't hide the fact
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit
My my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin' flows, ha for my fans In my turn, they just give me the
it But can't be buyin' it Save me from myself This ain't a test, it's state of emergency 'Cause I can't stop myself, I'm trying my best Tell me what
're grateful you know Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door When I ain't have a place
misdemeanors "Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) (Can't
' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute? Look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look
with my third eye You don't understand, why you're publically banned until you recognize the writing skills of a black man Black Editor, all of us ain't
out that ain't Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin' Nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's time to mc, to many New niggaz ain't sure like
] [Chamillionaire] Chamillitary mayne [Chorus - Chamillionaire] No need to worry, I already got my "Revenge" Now that it's after the win, my platinum plaques are my
me. So I had to pull the trigger again. [Roxie Hart] He ain't no sheik That's no great physique And Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Oh but look at
