Oil on canvas, couplets and stanzas To divine who you are Pencil portrayals and jealous betrayals Get you further afar False faces and meaningless chases
Oil on canvas Couplets and stanzas To divine who you are Pencil portrayals and Jealous betrayals Get you further afar. False faces and Meaningless chases
Traducere: Fogelberg, Dan. Chipuri false.
Traducere: Maimuţele urlătoare. Chipuri false.
(D.Gutter) looking out my window I see all i need though clouds may threaten rainy days the whistle of the wind, and the whisper of the breeze I see blue
bumped a gig I was being a twat, the bass player behind the scenes Yo cap, he's Belgium, another bright screaming gang Johnny drum machine peeps, leaving trailing gaps Putting face
you How they claw me in my false or foster reflection Is that my reflection in the Damascus play? How they claw me in my foster or false reflection
gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She only loves my cash flow, long dough The false
Cause I got mine and I'm out on a solo creep Your face hits the concrete You wanna roll with the niggas that don't play I think you got false courage
your butt It's rough the beat is gangsterous, call it tough If you're diss'n stop frontin', come on what's up? Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
sky Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shinin, flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face
] Thru life's actions, cars, fitteds, cameras snappin Pop life, is it a demand for passion Are we really real or are we actin Right thru the face, smiles
at the bar, talk shit, walk it And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face Throw yo hands
Umm, my throat muscles Are completely shredded You tell no one 'Bout Barney Leaning on you Dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your
get ready for the big payback Been thuggin' and keepin' the gully since way back Lot a niggas been talkin', they runnin' they mouths barkin' Runnin' around false
will know who shot that pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. Put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga that did it was wearin' a Leather Face, and
come with it cant fake the funk at all And bet your ganna fall studying the bone thug style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg
, he dead It had to be a murder 'Cause I'm a fuckin' killer by nature It had to be a murder I looked him in the eye then I shot him in his face See,
