Слова:
A C Roy Nothing Changes

cool, is so I'm told Nothing left to bring me down Sell your soul all over town Space is empty, like my head Go back where angels fear to tread 'Cos nothing

, I'm unknown like Jaga And for the common denominator, a microphone breaker Bone hard, rolling the Boulevard A nigga be talking down, the nigga be getting scarred Piece and chain to the flo', with a thoed Roy

, I'm unknown like Jaga And for the common denominator, a microphone breaker Bone hard, rolling the Boulevard A nigga be talking down, the nigga be getting scarred Piece and chain to the flo', with a thoed Roy