dead days in the kitchen To the best ones in the bedroom I fade away Fade away Fade away Fade away From the couches to the car keys To the best days
번역: 7 마리아 3. 부엌에서 죽은 날짜.
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare
the boudoir, lemme do a hat trick Hit that the first time out BK's Kardinal still ready to rhyme out Its tequila in the kitchen, lemme take a lime out
Wish I could holla an' you physically listen, ma picture me shitting Came far from chopping crack in the kitchen Hated when I was a thug, couldn?t understand
Yeah, Willie The Kid Bright lights, street lights Summertime in apartment 409 Had to clean up the kitchen with 409 It was cookin' up work, while my granny
you out on the couch For different reasons, you thought I was crazy Catchin' a Greyhound bus down South Collectin' lightning bugs And bring a dead mouse
collision, I see their ambition But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
the line between what's wrong and right And when I ask what my life is for It's all been for nothing Save your regrets for the dead, but for the living
duly cast There is a dead man in my bed, she said That smile you see upon his face It's been there for many days There's a dead man in my bed I ain'
Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me She shuffles her feet In that kitchen retreat Victorian respite Irish streets of gold
out of your kitchen and get out of your bed got to tell them what you've always wanted to tell them 'cause in the morning you might be dead so dont
maybe some day we'll meet again when our two roads hit the same dead end and o-oh i'm counting the days 'cause you've got something that i've never since
need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead
pans Let alone knives in my kitchen To keep you cooking I can't find enough love in my heart Let alone in my bones To keep you standing These are the days
across my mind Smiling but dead, smiling but dead Smiling but dead, smiling but dead Smiling but dead, smiling but dead Crawling on linoleum kitchens
duly cast "'Cause there's a dead man in my bed", she said ?Smile you see upon his face It?s been there for many days There?s a dead man in my bed? ?
it really go Or are they just another fake on the microphone? I listen to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat My homie's either dead or in the kitchen cookin
