stupid mind I feel like no one can relate To a ball of meat who changes shapes Give meat a chance and you will find There?s more to me than meat and eyes
번역: 굶주림. 초기 인간 --- 고기와 눈보다 더.
번역: 아쿠아 틴 헝거 포스 콜론 사운드 트랙. 보다 더 저를 고기와 눈보다.
grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put and I rest my case It's elementary, yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me Everything
Bombay Sick flow, get your Medicaid And I'm like Hey! My hometown is NJ Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey I just blaze And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader And
They got them hungry eyes, you know sensual trance At a glance the alcohol got you sexually advanced The truth is so boring, you gotta pretend a little The antidote's more colorful than
ain't jellin' Felons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin' Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin' And ain't nothing worse than a track
in the dirt, we dug a hole And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan With rhymes, and
the east side of town In some skyscraper They had video tapes of her And some porn star fling, her and the next door neighbor And the killer with the
front of the Bible, God don't live there Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries Picture the Pope and the Vatican Laughing and drinking and singing and kissing me
you could fill it up with lemonade, And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to. Umm never leave the eyes intact They'll turn all blue and puff out and
fill it up with lemonade, And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to. Umm never leave the eyes in tact They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (
CVS Gucci flip flops, Gucci tank top 'Fore my patna s*** I pour a lil' drank out Who flyer than me? Who higher than me? I'm gettin' h*** like Shawna
they say me That's without a album out, y'all rated me I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully Whoa, oh We keep rising to the top Whoa, oh And keep eyes
someday I'll find And drag it away from my mind One more mountain line Will the blue affect him Is the night too fine Underneath the mountain line Eyes
"That woman is my wife" And he drew a silver pistol And a wicked bowie knife And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears Straight between the eyes And
the age of three And I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes It'll take more than just a breeze to make me
walkers or smiths or maybe even quavers 'Cos my love for you is like drugs for ravers With glowsticks and funny hats on I loves you more than I loves my bong (Fantasy!) You and me