's only in my mind. The same old set of feelings happen faster still (faster still) covered in love, in our love, it's getting faster everyday. It's growing faster still
Превод: The Fold. Все пак по-бързо.
s only in my mind. The same old set of feelings happen Faster still. (faster still) We're covered in love, Or lackethereof. It's getting faster everyday, It's growing faster still
done been through Hell and back, but I got them demons still after me/ They want me to sell my soul, but I won't fold, oh no/ I can't be broke, I stay
on, chop, chop, yeah man I'm just gonna play with y'all on this, hidey ho Well, hello, howdy do, how are you? That's good Who me? Still hot, I still
on Chop chop Mmm hmm Yeah man I'm just gonna play with y'all on this Hidey ho Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good Who me, still hot, I still
they coat ? Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell Nigga four tooth the ? Still had to broke in jail Had me thinkin under pressure that this kid won't fold
aint nothing to cry over Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover Shoulda' known i was trouble soon as I rolled up, Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her, She still
nut ain't nothing to cry over never shoulda' came within range of rover shoulda' known I was trouble soon as i rolled up Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her, She still
want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast
baby, if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast
thought we were done, we rose up got a gun to make your whole inside fold up and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin' so tell the world
n-gga fold like a laundry mat I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow, in this fast world Slow n-ggas, fast
sides real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings another mother cry still Why the f-ck am I here God? That n-gga died why the f-ck am I still
If we got any real bump junkies in the house Like myself From now on no more nickels and dimes, baby Rolling or the folding kind Now's the time to grind
to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin Fast
hello But I knew he'd seen something, something in the way of things That it worked on him like it do in will And he kept marching faster and faster
m froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid Veins pumpin' ice First some 15 keep that kin' pumpin' right Hard white, cold cash Hold fast, fold fast,
