Always on my mind all the time Chorus: You got me thinkin everyday (your always) on my mind All the time You got me thinkin everyday (your always)
번역: 어두워지기 전에. 내 마음이 항상 켜져.
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
hoping one would stick And said she robbed places that didn't exist In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark
racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the night before Came again infernal tapping on the door, in my mind
Don't know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone And sometimes I need someone to say "You'll be all right, what's on your mind?" But
hands on me Pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before
trying to feel what's on my reel to reel A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot We count to ten before we pass the
you by me, but when we seperated I was thinkin foolishly Remember when your Ex-Boy tried to bug on me I told to bring it on i'll buy you a slug on me
in me, but when we separated I was thinkin' foolishly Remember when your ex boy tried to bug on me I told him, "Bring it on, I'll buy you a slug on
world they wanna play wit their minds like little girls I twirled my fingers in the air rubbed my fingers thru my hair Red bones to black bones dark bows
shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want Pop
You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing Stuffy head, get your ass with medicine You can feel, shit is real, my mind can set me free So I can continue my
My hood is the ghetto Even when you look, it's never what you see My hood is the ghetto I've been down before, up is just a reach 'Cause my hood is
see My hood is the ghetto I've been down before up is just a reach Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto
, on my neck I still got marks from the nooses The truth it produces, fear that got niggas on the run like Carl Lewis The truth is my crew is the smoothest
heavens, good grief Hungry bellies, bright gold on they teeth The windows on the Ave look like sad eyes They fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass
