Tekst:
Classic Crime The Sing

We sing the same song you and I With lead feet in deep water we cry out to live or die Instead we tread in waves to stay alive Our heads above the grave

We sing the same song you and I With lead feet in deep water we cry out to live or die Instead we tread in waves to stay alive Our heads above the grave

run the A when we drop stanlanta Bobby Creek, you know his ****' name **** Bobby Creek, he ain't no ****' game **** I'm Cashis, mixtape was a classic EP is a classic

re just a broken mess Where is God in this rot? Depraved she commits the most heinous of sins and breaks her vows But he loves her despite all the crimes

don't want to live like this anymore Will you give me the will to sing out: When I'm filled with the darkest of doubt? Will you give me the will to sing

ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics

gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin' 1 [Spice 1] I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson fo'-fever, leave a - motherfuckin' crime

(wha?) No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep