blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked refused three to nine's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories
amongst tha? Streets deceivin?, can't believe my achievements Cultural strata, persona's that of a non-needer Because I don't need nada except for Prada beaver For cold winters
In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul To a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless
wrong, wrong becomes right Fight for life, cold winter breeze blow swift Everyday is a gift bigger than box wrapped for Christmas Some say why do I tell my story
up to something what are the chances, sure, its more than likely. I've got a feeling in my stomach, you start to wonder what his story might be, what his story
up to something What are the chances? Sure it?s more than likely I've got a feeling in my stomach I start to wonder what his story might be What his story
I found out On a late night drive In my winter coat With my blood shot eyes My faith ain't been No friend to me And the way I sin Is hanging off of me
in love He's so thugged out and she's so beautiful They're so perfect 'cause they're in love Picture this, his warm, velvet voice On a cold winters
hear it clap You won't have another birthday cake afta that 'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act I've been gone all winter but now a
master room We can sleep the whole morning and fuck the way to afternoon I had a way with words since I had a half a moon And I'm touring the world all winter
He is an artist, he is an artist He is an artist painting Sistine masterpieces of pine and fur and backwoods Still echoes long ago the winter night
is shattered There lies the story on the rose The tear will dry the rose will wither When spring and winter comes and goes I loved, I lost, my story
Moma would say "Get the supper on the table, here comes the log train" Every mornin', at the break of day He'd grab his lunchbucket, and be on his way Winter
, "get the supper on the table here comes the log train". Every morning at the break of day He'd grab his lunch bucket and be on his way In winter
We rode the train, From paris to the cold atlantic shore. The winter rain Kept us in each others arms until the dawn, Do you remember? Faster than the
a candle for the dark I need you here with me A story with an unexpected end Deep down in my soul You will be here with me A story with an unexpected
, lucky feels he She smiles in his eyes He smiles in her eyes They both vow love never to part One sight for all, lovers to see A perfect love story
bubblin hot) Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These cast iron figures just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter