there. you see i gotta keep it moving thought things get hard 'cause people 'round here, they don't make it too far, & everytime i have a conversation with God
voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your head My thoughts run off the beaten track There's no light How's the way back Take the hand of God And bite
of God Is laced with sarcasm In your hands And my thoughts run off the beaten track There's no light How's the way back Take the hand of God And bite
Oversættelse: Hayes, Darren. En samtale med Gud.
I gave a wave, thinkin I won't see her for days Three hours later yo, my celly phone rangs Yo what you doin? Man what you doin God I'm thinkin bout you
Voice of God Is laced with sarcasm In your hands And my thoughts run off the beaten track There's no light How's the way back Take the hand of God And
with God When you feel your life's too hard, just go have a talk with God When your load's too much to bear, just go talk to God, He cares I know he
, your buzz just died Step inside, super fly, to the shoes in they coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with
So sweet, so round, so thick So nasty, ooh, I love that shit So smooth, so creamy God damn it, I must be dreaming So jiggly, so soft God damn, I want
pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with
I done put you through a lot of shit I know it's hard fuckin' with a nigga like me Yeah, you get a lot of respect for that shit Ridin' with a nigga,
thorough clap for her, work it till you exhausted I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass God
She's saying we wear the party All over our bodies and faces What allows me to speak in wild abstractions The senseless killings gifts God gives us Have
for the reading Which only ended in conversation break All I want, genetic telephonic pills Until the Spanish kids got so ill I was home schooled with
Crazy color jordans, same color I bought 'em Bitch I'm back I'm ballin', I'm rich hundred regardless Shrimp scampy odor everytime I fork chick Trap nigga conversate with
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of vans If you niggas keep trippin', nigga share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin' niggas Smoke