my breakup with you so take a good look at my face you'll see my smile looks out of place if you look closer its easy to trace the tracks f my tears
my tears So take a good look at my face You'll see my smile looks out of place If you look closer it's easy to trace the tracks of my tears
my tears Ohhhh So take a good look at my face You'll see my smile It looks out of place If you look closer its easy to trace The tracks of my tears
battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days B. Adams
tricks for eve if you don't know me from Adam My lyrics are hotter than summer school My image, far from an air conditioner beacause I never blow my
I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you Chase the driver that's trying to save you and lace em with the scalpel Break your adam's apple and clap
as if to say I did not have a strong enough grip on the club when I hit the tree route, and my hands are stinging quite badly. Champion: (Start Grunting
bottle of grain alchohol, and beat the fucking shit out of my head. Ow! Ow! Ow! You're hurting me Old Man. That night I suffered a concussion, Deep inside my goat brain. I still cannot feel my
or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my high school days B. Adams
of park, die Split yo' vest from yo' test My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah
light I open up my curtains wipe the sleep from my eyes to tired to realise I?ve lost my sight blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day,
the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days B. Adams
underneath the stars to see It?s an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve But I?ll tell you this again if it?s not clear GET OUT OF MY SPHERE
yeah come on [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track What get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat My flow get
