to wake up wake up ghastly ass attitudes come to bed every night i go head to head personification fear and greed toss me aroun like a tumbleweed wake up wake up
Превод: Mad Happy. Събуждам.
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy '
is smooth and the sound of the sea is a dreamy melody snooze all afternoon till the night time wake me cos shakedown soon Number three I'd be dancing like a monkey up
You blow, you feindin' 'cause you know that your really needed And I'm the one that you wanna be with But right now baby you dreaming Wake up and turn
of them Can you imagine you in lock with one breeze for life? Waking up in the morning, laying down at night With the same face looking at you all the time Realizing now that happiness
you fly away Chorus X2 kiss your lips in the morning when we wake up held my comments till you put on your make up even ate the whole plate of pancakes up
was feelin' u Hopin' u would be cool of hangin' out to I don't know what happened Got people steady askin How u go to sleep mad one day The next wake up so happy
' you Hopin' you be cool by hangin' out too I don't know what happened, got people steady askin' How you go to sleep mad one day the next wake up so happy
be a player for life I gotta be a player for life I gotta be a player for life I gotta be a player for life It'd be nice to wake up to some little smilin
Flu slush Ya'll aint fly, ya'll fallin' slow with the parachute up, up I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake
that casket And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard See those niggas who trigger happy? Maybe they will take the lives of mad
It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit another day another dollar wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars make em sit for the Godfather
about mine I know you love me, but you hate me, break up to make up And I know it drives you crazy, waitin' for me to wake up And I dunno what you tell
can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands go up (Ey, showtime) And they stay there And they say yeah And they stay there Up down, up
