Look at you now, pathetic and weak Slowly walking down on loser street Bound to live your life without dignity Self-inflicted misery Trust is something
Traducere: Face Down (US). Culori.
, history's excuse When all along it's the path you choose For you are the one whom the media sings Soon you will see the color of your wings Superior
a friday Streaks by me like I took a picture in a drive way I roll down strips and holes down whips that when turtles wax up They will close down richmond With no down
your hands upon your face You look too far, I looked much harder And they lost all sense of Trace me and draw up, color me lost and found Tear me down
floor! Be a maniac! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul! [Bridge: Pharrell Williams] Well strip down! (work) Show me
ll come close your shit Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off Fix your face, we back on the paper chase
, screamin that's nothin when I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin I rep my town when you see me you know everything black and yellow [x4] I put it down
a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down
Little butterfly, come back to me Come back to me Everything that I want Is written on your face So take me where you want to It's your love that I chase
, man it all looks the same Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny names Who'd wanna live down there, in the
like being born with a curse Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color
dump studios I got my Nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin' place Behind the mixin' boards, we about to do dis shit like this here It's goin' down
called it a set And it was our own thang, the whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around Whether hardcore or not you wore the right color
has got you Comin' to the jamboree to hear the poetry And when you break north, the melody Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased Face to face
m so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making Gonna make it the Great Depression Your lack of aggression Put your skirt back down
