I left my heart in a plastic box On the bedside table It will be locked 'til I get home I've grown feeble and tired of the world Tired of constantly
I left my heart in a plastic box, On the bedside table. It will be locked till I get home. I?ve grown feeble and tired of this world. Tired of constantly
Fordítás: Classic Crime. A kezdet (A Simple Seed).
Somebody tell me what do I do What am I supposed to say? Yeah We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin
[KRS-One] In the begining, it was WHBI [G.Simone - singing] Just let it flow...do what you know.. To get you in tha mooooood.. *DJ scratching* Just
say? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA:] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA:] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining
? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining
that iron For you that's nothin' to find Niggas begin rushin' time Fuckin' with mine you outta line believe I'm bustin' for mine Only I trusted my nine Still a-ddicted to crime
