came between I died Give me away I will not bleed for you God comes down Never gonna be the same Never gonna be the same Never gonna be the same And
Prijevod: Rupa. Nikad Gonna biti isti.
the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet It's gonna be hard
the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet it's gonna be hard
far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths Why do we say that until we get that person that we thinks Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em, it's never the same
salughter the bitches Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like a sucka So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka" (Wish) Never
they be wantin' this thug style So what now? See the bone thug claim Thug never gonna change, so flame up Sit back and just smoke the same cut Leatherface
d.c., still they got no karma And everybody say they think it's all gonna change You paint me pictures, but they all look the same Its strange, I'm standin
show respect, and get respect in return it ain't hard to earn, but some niggas will never learn [Chorus] Everybodies lookin for somethin, said ya gonna be used, they wanna be
wrong, no I'm just waiting 'cos I heard that this feeling won't last that long Never ever have I ever felt so low When you gonna take me out of this black hole Never
behind my back all the while, i was in denial in a hole without you, in exile I never saw it coming babe both of you should be ashamed of yourselves
*** rider, coat Taylor, a** kisser, sucker for love Type to pick up the glass slipper Look around a** n**** before you add liquor 'Cause bein' an ad-libber he'll be
your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same And when it comes to game, you are lame Never even heard of Too
by a rock in some glass What's it gonna take before you fall on your ass? Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply through Cold street walkin with a hole in
A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone! Chorus Woman: said somethin' to you, my shit just won't be the same, Naw, mu'fucker. You
stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin' We stay up in the club y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin'" We may be lame wanna fight, may be
the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be
road I'm walking these train tracks, tryin' to regain back The spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryin
