can't seem to run and hide Prisoner of something, but I can't quite make it out It casts a shadow on my thoughts And leaves no trace of doubt I feel
can't seem to run and hide Prisoner of something, But I can't quite make it out It casts a shadow on my thoughts And leaves no trace of doubt I feel
번역: 생활 끝. 의심의 흔적.
I can't seem to run and hide Prisoner of something, But I can't quite make it out It casts a shadow on my thoughts And leaves no trace of doubt I feel
towards perfection I've been all around the world and seen so many faces Young and old, a story told, filling in my spaces Now without a trace of doubt
tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of Finished college without you I doubt
more doubts in you It's a repression of your past Sometimes it shows you're insecure I still can read between the lines There are no more doubts in you
lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door This is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting
Clorox Then I do an autopse on four cops When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk I
me stout You know I had to bring 'em back yo Flamboyant baby I just had to bring 'em back [Incomprehensible] You know I had to bring 'em back yo No doubt
things are seldom what they seem I'm not inclined to enjoy my dreams Won't go away No peace (No peace) And no friends (No friends) (We trace) We trace
start It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm People slept on me and doubted my skill level
Can I explain it? It's not an easy thing to do A cryptic fascination Seems to get me through A darkened stranger Who left me full of doubt She'd tell
reason tryin' to force a smile When pain is really in its place 'Cause we know the truth It ain't no use let's part before we lose love's trace (We'
corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage In this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved
of hate Peep the logistics, slump your squad of misfits They all get they wrists slit, blast your ass if you insist it Leave no trace so there's no trace
fill a villian Crook I'm about to make a killin' So weed to escalate the feelin' I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the feelin' I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace
swing set seeing who can swing higher There is a smile on everybody's face, there is no body dying So nobody is crying with the tears with only one single trace