Tekst :
You must be brokenBy a thousand ways of wasting time
Get to the point
And off a hundred lines a week
No need to change my mind
A cleaner shade of thinking time
But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. oh.
(Chorus)
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder?
A scar was sewn
A drop of bread was saved for making wine
Still no repent
Oh how you crumble when I shake
A mental jaw was used
To pry me from this wrecking bond
But the sad detail is all the promises I make.
(Repeat Chorus)
I m cramped and crawling from under the dead
I m sick of living without you in bed and I
I ve made mistakes that I wrote...That I read...
But now I just can t seem to be preoccupied
The heart was tossed with a black lace chain and
With these hand that I write with
And the ode that I live by...you know
I will never be with you
(Repeat Chorus)
Cause God made this night for me, a silly devil in me talking
Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out...
But this year s the year I write to be, that silly devil in me talking
Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out
(Repeat Chorus)
how hard you hit
you broke my...
you broke my...
you broke my
you broke my thunder
Tekst :
Siódmy raz sprawdzam drzwi i pachnący groszek,Wnuczków pięć, w nodze rwie
Kiedy będzie wojna ?
W skrzynce kot, kupić sól i emerytura
Obok krzyk, znowu on
Jutro będzie środa
Ref:
Nie chcę nigdy sama być
Zostaw chociaż ból
Niech zakwitnie we mnie cierń
Będę ciągle z nim
Sernik już upiekł się
Gdzieś zgubiłam klucze
Pada deszcz, puka ktoś
Pora zmówić pacierz.
Ref (x2)
Ref (x2)
Tekst :
Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move manSomebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin
Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like they military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they ll barely frisk you
Cuz, I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
And I remove the rules on V12 s
You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell s
I m a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, I m a one point somethin
Still I ll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
Ill put a couple G s on yer head like you play for the Packers
I m rap s Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn t make it to the Mickey-D s classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O Neal footed out
Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!
Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Maybe wouldn t be a million kids wit they faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn t taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That ll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
You gon still need a weapon when you layin a deal
One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
Think a nigga ain t gon pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what)
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
Think I wouldn t hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
You must be fuckin stupid, nigga
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