You take all you have and you leave it behind in the hope there's more to find in blind ambition yeh in blind faith you wait for things to change hungry
Превод: Три и Out Саундтрак. Blood Red Shoes - Бих искал да съм някой по-добър.
cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged i giggled, kissing my fingers, type c and saliva bubbling kissing my fingers find an easier way of dying
my bitches 13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red
shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the
move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose The love overpowers the hate by twos All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
jumpin' over my car, yo, tryin' to get to my glove box And Sheik got the door open, gash in my Ceasar My sneakers got red on it, know that's blood We
me rhymin' Don't get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist ya cap back, you got blood
anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red
hit the target like, "Yeah" Y'know how it be, yo Rep that hood, Clint Eastwood Neighborhoods never sleep good I make it understood My shoes too big
Ex, Coke and K. You should be okay in several hours. He's got oversized shoes, and ill fitting clothes. That is real blood dripping from his fake red
trip Stoned is the way of my walk In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined
Packs Gone Move Blood Get Drawn Skin Gone Bruise Real Gone Win and Fake Gone Lose The Love Over Powers They Hatin' By Twos All They Left Was The Yellow Tape and His Shoes
me workin(x3) Packin a truck stop to train a back in we big flip jug we tote it off the forklift the way my blood
is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin' on 22's Bitches screamin', "Let me ride, it must be the shoes" Red and black G6's, red dot on the glock
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya So roll out the red carpet 'cause